It's very warm here. [Opens his coat.] Let's make ourselves comfortable, Eversmann. Well, Prince—begin. Give us a speech about me.
HOTHAM.
Please—
KING.
No hesitation—let it be as if I had just died—
HOTHAM.
Your Majesty—
KING.
Quiet! Silence all. The Prince of Baireuth will give us a speech about me. [Aside.] In vino veritas. I am curious to know whether such a French windbag is composed entirely of falsehoods.
HOTHAM (aside).