Shall I forget my new archbishoprick
And smite thee with my crozier on the skull?
'Fore God, I am a mightier man than thou.

FlTZURSE.
It well befits thy new archbishoprick
To take the vagabond woman of the street
Into thine arms!

BECKET.
O drunken ribaldry!
Out, beast! out, bear!

FlTZURSE.
I shall remember this.

BECKET.
Do, and begone! [_Exit_ FITZURSE.
[_Going to the door, sees_ DE TRACY.]
Tracy, what dost thou here?

DE TRACY.
My lord, I follow'd Reginald Fitzurse.

BECKET.
Follow him out!

DE TRACY.
I shall remember this
Discourtesy.