BECKET. _His_ should. Come with me. Let me learn at full The manner of his death, and all he said. [_Exeunt_ HERBERT _and_ BECKET. ELEANOR. Fitzurse, that chart with the red line--thou sawest it--her bower. FITZURSE. Rosamund's? ELEANOR. Ay--there lies the secret of her whereabouts, and the King gave it to his Chancellor. FlTZURSE. To this son of a London merchant--how your Grace must hate him. ELEANOR. Hate him? as brave a Soldier as Henry and a goodlier man: but thou-- dost thou love this Chancellor, that thou hast sworn a voluntary allegiance to him? FlTZURSE. Not for my love toward him, but because he had the love of the King. How should a baron love a beggar on horseback, with the retinue of three kings behind him, outroyalling royalty? Besides, he holp the King to break down our castles, for the which I hate him. ELEANOR. For the which I honour him. Statesman not Churchman he. A great and sound policy that: I could embrace him for it: you could not see the King for the kinglings. FlTZURSE. Ay, but he speaks to a noble as tho' he were a churl, and to a churl as if he were a noble. ELEANOR. Pride of the plebeian! FlTZURSE. And this plebeian like to be Archbishop! ELEANOR. True, and I have an inherited loathing of these black sheep of the Papacy. Archbishop? I can see further into a man than our hot-headed Henry, and if there ever come feud between Church and Crown, and I do not then charm this secret out of our loyal Thomas, I am not Eleanor. FlTZURSE. Last night I followed a woman in the city here. Her face was veiled, but the back methought was Rosamund--his paramour, thy rival. I can feel for thee. ELEANOR. Thou feel for me!--paramour--rival! King Louis had no paramours, and I loved him none the more. Henry had many, and I loved him none the less--now neither more nor less--not at all; the cup's empty. I would she were but his paramour, for men tire of their fancies; but I fear this one fancy hath taken root, and borne blossom too, and she, whom the King loves indeed, is a power in the State. Rival!--ay, and when the King passes, there may come a crash and embroilment as in Stephen's time; and her children--canst thou not--that secret matter which would heat the King against thee (_whispers him and he starts_). Nay, that is safe with me as with thyself: but canst thou not--thou art drowned in debt--thou shalt have our love, our silence, and our gold--canst thou not--if thou light upon her--free me from her? FITZURSE. Well, Madam, I have loved her in my time. ELEANOR. No, my bear, thou hast not. My Courts of Love would have held thee guiltless of love--the fine attractions and repulses, the delicacies, the subtleties. FITZURSE. Madam, I loved according to the main purpose and intent of nature.