The Church should hold her baronies of me,

Like other lords amenable to law.

I’ll have them written down and made the law.

Becket. My liege, I move my bishop.

Henry.      And if I live,

No man without my leave shall excommunicate

My tenants or my household.

Becket.      Look to your king.

Henry. No man without my leave shall cross the seas

To set the Pope against me—I pray your pardon.