ELEANOR'S RETAINERS _and_ BECKET'S RETAINERS _fighting. Enter_ ELEANOR
_and_ BECKET _from opposite streets_.


ELEANOR.
Peace, fools!

BECKET.
Peace, friends! what idle brawl is this?

RETAINER OF BECKET.
They said--her Grace's people--thou wast found--
Liars! I shame to quote 'em--caught, my lord,
With a wanton in thy lodging--Hell requite 'em!

RETAINER OF ELEANOR.
My liege, the Lord Fitzurse reported this
In passing to the Castle even now.

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--