"Becket, Ou l'honneur de Dieu"

  

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?.