BECKET.
How much might that amount to, my lord Leicester?

LEICESTER.
Some thirty--forty thousand silver marks.

BECKET.
Are these your customs? O my good lord Leicester,
The King and I were brothers. All I had
I lavish'd for the glory of the King;
I shone from him, for him, his glory, his
Reflection: now the glory of the Church
Hath swallow'd up the glory of the King;
I am his no more, but hers. Grant me one day
To ponder these demands.

LEICESTER.
Hear first thy sentence!
The King and all his lords--

BECKET.
Son, first hear _me_!

LEICESTER.
Nay, nay, canst thou, that holdest thine estates
In fee and barony of the King, decline
The judgment of the King?

BECKET.