Becket monologue (Act 4) — Becket and other plays

Ye think to scare me from my loyalty To God and to the Holy Father. No! Tho' all the swords in England flash'd above me Ready to fall at Henry's word or yours-- Tho' all the loud-lung'd trumpets upon earth Blared from the heights of all the thrones of her kings, Blowing the world against me, I would stand Clothed with the full authority of Rome, Mail'd in the perfect panoply of faith, First of the foremost of their files, who die For God, to people heaven in the great day When God makes up his jewels. Once I fled-- Never again, and you--I marvel at you-- Ye know what is between us. Ye have sworn Yourselves my men when I was Chancellor-- My vassals--and yet threaten your Archbishop In his own house.