Pronging Meat

Becket :

Time for The Council 

meeting, My Lord.

King Henry II :

Ugh.

Becket :

Will My Lord dine 

with me tonight?

King Henry II :

On Gold plates?

Becket :

Always.

King Henry II :

I am Your King, 

and I eat off Silver.

Becket :

Your expenses are heavy, 

I have only My Pleasure to pay for.

Tonight you can do me 

The Honour of Christening 

My Forks.

King Henry II :

Forks?

Becket :

Yes, from Florence.

A new little invention, 

it's for pronging meat and 

carrying it to the mouth, 

it Saves You Dirtying 

Your Fingers.

King Henry II :

Then you dirty 

The Fork.

Becket :

Yes, but its washable.

King Henry II :

So are Your Fingers, 

I don't see The Point.

Becket :

Well, it hasn't any, 

practically speaking 

but it's refined, it's subtle, 

it's very un-Norman.

King Henry II :

…You must order me some.

For My Barons.

Becket :

I have enough forks to go around, 

bring the gentleman 

with you tonight.

King Henry II :

I shall. We won't tell them 

What They're For —

They'll probably think 

they're a new kind of dagger.