" PROLOGUE. _A Castle in Normandy. Interior of the Hall. Roofs of a City seen thro' Windows_. HENRY and BECKET at chess. HENRY. So then our good Archbishop Theobald Lies dying. BECKET. I am grieved to know as much. HENRY. But we must have a mightier man than he For his successor. BECKET. Have you thought of one ? HENRY...