HENRY: You look older, Thomas.
THOMAS: So do you, my prince.
You cold?
HENRY: I'm frozen stiff. Chill
blades are killing me. You love it, of course. You're in your element
aren't you?. Just that monks' habit.
THOMAS: I always told you, my prince, that one
must fight the cold with the cold's own weapons. Strip yourself naked
every morning and...
HENRY and THOMAS (Together): splash
yourself with cold water.
HENRY: I used to, when you were there to force me into it. I never wash now. I stink. I grew a beard at one time. Did you know?.
