BECKET.
Pass in with Herbert there.

[_Exeunt_ ROSAMUND _and_ HERBERT _by side door_.

_Enter_ FITZURSE.

FITZURSE.
The Archbishop!

BECKET.
Ay! what wouldst thou, Reginald?

FITZURSE.
Why--why, my lord, I follow'd--follow'd one--

BECKET.
And then what follows? Let me follow thee.

FITZURSE.
It much imports me I should know her name.

BECKET.
What her?

FITZURSE.
The woman that I follow'd hither.

BECKET.
Perhaps it may import her all as much