To set that precious jewel, Roger of York.
No.

BECKET.
Henry of Winchester?

HENRY.
Him who crown'd Stephen--
King Stephen's brother! No; too royal for me.
And I'll have no more Anselms.

BECKET.
Sire, the business
Of thy whole kingdom waits me: let me go.

HENRY.
Answer me first.

BECKET.
Then for thy barren jest
Take thou mine answer in bare commonplace--
_Nolo episcopari_.

HENRY.
Ay, but _Nolo
Archiepiscopari_, my good friend,
Is quite another matter.

BECKET.
A more awful one.