RICHARD DE HASTINGS (_kneeling_).
Becket, I am the oldest of the Templars;
I knew thy father; he would be mine age
Had he lived now; think of me as thy father!
Behold thy father kneeling to thee, Becket.
Submit; I promise thee on my salvation
That thou wilt hear no more o' the customs.

BECKET.
What!
Hath Henry told thee? hast thou talk'd with him?

_Another_ TEMPLAR (_kneeling_).
Father, I am the youngest of the Templars,
Look on me as I were thy bodily son,
For, like a son, I lift my hands to thee.

PHILIP.
Wilt thou hold out for ever, Thomas Becket?
Dost thou not hear?

BECKET (_signs_).
Why--there then--there--I sign,
And swear to obey the customs.

FOLIOT.
Is it thy will,
My lord Archbishop, that we too should sign?