RETAINER OF BECKET. And then they mock'd us and we fell upon 'em, For we would live and die for thee, my lord, However kings and queens may frown on thee. BECKET TO HIS RETAINERS. Go, go--no more of this! ELEANOR TO HER RETAINERS. Away!--(_Exeunt_ RETAINERS) Fitzurse-- BECKET. Nay, let him be. ELEANOR. No, no, my Lord Archbishop, 'Tis known you are midwinter to all women, But often in your chancellorship you served The follies of the King. BECKET. No, not these follies! ELEANOR. My lord, Fitzurse beheld her in your lodging. BECKET. Whom? ELEANOR. Well--you know--the minion, Rosamund. BECKET. He had good eyes! ELEANOR. Then hidden in the street He watch'd her pass with John of Salisbury And heard her cry 'Where is this bower of mine?' BECKET. Good ears too! ELEANOR. You are going to the Castle, Will you subscribe the customs? BECKET. I leave that, Knowing how much you reverence Holy Church, My liege, to your conjecture. ELEANOR. I and mine-- And many a baron holds along with me-- Are not so much at feud with Holy Church But we might take your side against the customs-- So that you grant me one slight favour. BECKET. What? ELEANOR. A sight of that same chart which Henry gave you With the red line--'her bower.' BECKET. And to what end? ELEANOR. That Church must scorn herself whose fearful Priest Sits winking at the license of a king, Altho' we grant when kings are dangerous The Church must play into the hands of kings; Look! I would move this wanton from his sight And take the Church's danger on myself. BECKET. For which she should be duly grateful. ELEANOR. True! Tho' she that binds the bond, herself should see That kings are faithful to their marriage vow. BECKET. Ay, Madam, and queens also. ELEANOR. And queens also! What is your drift? BECKET. My drift is to the Castle, Where I shall meet the Barons and my King. [_Exit_. DE BROC, DE TRACY, DE BRITO, DE MORVILLE (_passing_). ELEANOR. To the Castle? DE BROC. Ay! ELEANOR. Stir up the King, the Lords! Set all on fire against him! DE BRITO. Ay, good Madam! [_Exeunt_. ELEANOR. Fool! I will make thee hateful to thy King. Churl! I will have thee frighted into France, And I shall live to trample on thy grave. SCENE III.--_The Hall in Northampton Castle_.