BECKET. Herbert, take out a score of armed men To guard this bird of passage to her cage; And watch Fitzurse, and if he follow thee, Make him thy prisoner. I am Chancellor yet. [_Exeunt_ HERBERT _and_ ROSAMUND. Poor soul! poor soul! My friend, the King!... O thou Great Seal of England, Given me by my dear friend the King of England-- We long have wrought together, thou and I-- Now must I send thee as a common friend To tell the King, my friend, I am against him. We are friends no more: he will say that, not I. The worldly bond between us is dissolved, Not yet the love: can I be under him As Chancellor? as Archbishop over him? Go therefore like a friend slighted by one That hath climb'd up to nobler company. Not slighted--all but moan'd for: thou must go. I have not dishonour'd thee--I trust I have not; Not mangled justice. May the hand that next Inherits thee be but as true to thee As mine hath been! O, my dear friend, the King! O brother!--I may come to martyrdom. I am martyr in myself already.--Herbert! HERBERT (_re-entering_). My lord, the town is quiet, and the moon Divides the whole long street with light and shade. No footfall--no Fitzurse. We have seen her home. BECKET. The hog hath tumbled himself into some corner, Some ditch, to snore away his drunkenness Into the sober headache,--Nature's moral Against excess. Let the Great Seal be sent Back to the King to-morrow. HERBERT. Must that be? The King may rend the bearer limb from limb Think on it again. BECKET. Against the moral excess No physical ache, but failure it may be Of all we aim'd at. John of Salisbury Hath often laid a cold hand on my heats, And Herbert hath rebuked me even now. I will be wise and wary, not the soldier As Foliot swears it.--John, and out of breath! _Enter_ JOHN OF SALISBURY. JOHN OF SALISBURY. Thomas, thou wast not happy taking charge Of this wild Rosamund to please the King, Nor am I happy having charge of her-- The included Danaë has escaped again Her tower, and her Acrisius--where to seek? I have been about the city. BECKET. Thou wilt find her Back in her lodging. Go with her--at once-- To-night--my men will guard you to the gates. Be sweet to her, she has many enemies. Send the Great Seal by daybreak. Both, good night! SCENE II.--_Street in Northampton leading to the Castle_. ELEANOR'S RETAINERS _and_ BECKET'S RETAINERS _fighting. Enter_ ELEANOR _and_ BECKET _from opposite streets_. ELEANOR. Peace, fools! BECKET. Peace, friends! what idle brawl is this? RETAINER OF BECKET. They said--her Grace's people--thou wast found-- Liars! I shame to quote 'em--caught, my lord, With a wanton in thy lodging--Hell requite 'em! RETAINER OF ELEANOR. My liege, the Lord Fitzurse reported this In passing to the Castle even now.