BECKET LORD TENNYSON HENRY II. was not only a valiant soldier but an able king. The long struggle for the crown had reduced England to a state of anarchy. Henry came to the throne pledged to restore order. He met a serious obstacle in the claim of the church that a priest might not be punished for crime by the civil authorities. Thomas Becket, chancellor of the realm and Henry's closest friend, was appointed Archbishop of Canterbury in the expectation that he would aid in bringing the clergy under the royal jurisdiction. Becket, however, stood by "the honor of his order," and refused to give his official sanction to the document defining the power of the king's courts respecting the clergy. The controversy ripened into open quarrel. Becket fled to the Continent, but was lured back to England by the hope of reconciliation. On December 29, 1170, he was foully murdered in Canterbury Cathedral by four knights, who were impelled to the deed by some angry words of the king. Henry was forced to do penance for his part in the crime, and Becket was canonized as a saint and martyr. Yet the king was right in his belief that there could be no true justice in England till all men were equal before the law. ACT I SCENE I. Becket's House in London. Chamber barely furnished. Becket unrobing. Herbert of Bosham and Servant. Becket. Am I the man? That rang Within my head last night, and when I slept Of players, and a courtier, and a feeder Of dogs and hawks, and apes, and lions, and lynxes. Am I the man?" And the Lord answer'd me, Am I the man?" And the Lord answer'd me, Arch SCENE III. Hall in Northampton Castle. bishops, bishops, and barons assembled in council. (Enter King Henry.) Henry. Where's Thomas? hath he signed? show me the papers! Sign'd and not seal'd! How's that? John of Oxford. He would not seal. And when he sign'd, his face was stormy-red Shame, wrath, I know not what. He sat down there Henry. God's will be what it will, the man shall seal, Or I will seal his doom. My burgher's son Nay, if I cannot break him as the prelate, Barons and bishops of our realm of England, The daughter of his host, and murder'd him. F Ye haled this tonsured devil into your courts; But since your canon will not let you take Life for a life, ye but degraded him Where I had hang'd him. What doth hard murder care For degradation? and that made me muse, Being bounden by my coronation oath To do men justice. Look to it, your own selves! What could ye do? John of Oxford. To death for death. Degrade, imprison him— But I, my liege, could swear And, looking thro' my reign, I found a hundred ghastly murders done Co-mates we were, and had our sport together, Well, well, we will be gentle with him, gracious — Most gracious. (Enter Becket). Only that the rift he made May close between us, here I am wholly king, The word should come from him. Becket (kneeling). Then, my dear liege, I here deliver all this controversy Henry. Ah, Thomas, Thomas, Thou art thyself again, Thomas again. Becket (rising). Saving God's honor! LAMENT OF RICHARD DURING HIS IMPRISONMENT TRANSLATED FROM THE PROVENÇAL BY W. E. AYTOUN RICHARD I., the Lion Heart, son and successor of Henry II., was hardly an English king. During the ten years of his reign (1189-1199), he passed but five months in England. He was a prince of warlike and adventurous spirit, and spent his best energies and all the treasure he could wring from his unfortunate subjects on a crusade for the deliverance of Jerusalem. Returning from this fruitless enterprise, he was wrecked on the Adriatic coast, taken prisoner by the Duke of Austria, and held for ransom. The sum of money demanded was raised with great difficulty, and Richard was released after two years of captivity. The tradition that he composed this prison-song during his confinement in the Austrian castle of Durrenstein has no improbability in it, for Richard was an accomplished lyrist. I If one in prison may not tell his wrong |