And taken our anathema with him. York! Can the King de-anathematise this York? John of Salisbury. Thomas, I would thou hadst return'd to England, Like some wise prince of this world from his wars,

With more of olive-branch and amnesty For foes at home-thou hast raised the world against thee.

Becket. Why, John, my kingdom is not of this world.

John of Salisbury. If it were more of this world it might be More of the next. A policy of wise pardon

Wins here as well as there. To bless thine enemies

Becket. Ay, mine, not Heaven's. John of Salisbury. And may there

The Church were king: she had seen the Archbishop once,

So mild, so kind. The people love thee, father.

Becket. Alas! when I was Chancellor to the King,

I fear I was as cruel as the King. Rosamund. Cruel? Oh, no- it is the law, not he;

The customs of the realm.

Becket.
The customs! customs!
Rosamund. My lord, you have not
excommunicated him?

Oh, if you have, absolve him!
Becket.
Daughter, daughter,
Deal not with things you know not.
Rosamund.
I know him.
Then you have done it, and I call you
cruel.

John of Salisbury. No, daughter, you mistake our good Archbishop; For once in France the King had been so harsh,