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ELEANOR.
You are going to the Castle,
Will you subscribe the customs?

BECKET.
I leave that,
Knowing how much you reverence Holy Church,
My liege, to your conjecture.

ELEANOR.
I and mine--
And many a baron holds along with me--
Are not so much at feud with Holy Church
But we might take your side against the customs--
So that you grant me one slight favour.

BECKET.
What?

ELEANOR.
A sight of that same chart which Henry gave you
With the red line--'her bower.'

BECKET.
And to what end?

ELEANOR.
That Church must scorn herself whose fearful Priest