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: And what are your intentions, Sir Arthur? Wellesley
: Why, Hogan, I mean to give the French a damn good thrashing.
: Sharpe, I can make you a captain, but I cannot keep you a captain. There is talk of an imperial eagle, Sharpe. There is talk of a promise made to the late Major Lennox. Swear to me on oath that the talk is just idle gossip, Sharpe, or by God, sir, you will walk out of that door a lieutenant. Richard Sharpe
: I swear on oath tha no one heard me make a promise in respect of an imperial eagle to Major Lennox, sir. Wellesley
: Colonel Lawford? Colonel Lawford
: Sir? Wellesley
: You may escort Captain Sharpe to the door, Colonel Lawford.
[Sharpe has challenged Berry to a duel after he and Gibbons have raped and flogged Josefina
: My orders are perfectly clear, Lawford. Dueling is strictly forbidden. I shall make no exception in respect of Captain Sharpe. If he fights Berry at dawn, he will be back among the ranks before the sun is up!
[Lawford opens his mouth
: There is no more to say, sir! Colonel Lawford
: Yes, sir.
[Wellesley walks over to Hogan
: French hopping about a bit, Hogan. Maj. Hogan
: Yes, sir. Wellesley
: Send out a patrol to take a look. Not too big. Eight men, two officers. Maj. Hogan
: I have done so, sir. About an hour ago. Captain Sharpe and Lieutenant Berry. Wellesley
: That should do the trick, Hogan.
: Must be a damn good book, Hogan. Maj. Hogan
: Shakespeare, sir. "Julius Caesar." Marc Antony. "Lend me your ears," eh? Wellesley
] "These many then shall die. Their names are pricked." By God, Hogan, you may be sure my name is well-pricked by those needles at Horse Guards! Maj. Hogan
: Ah, a general who wins battles and lives to claim the credit will never lack for enemies in London, sir.
Sir Henry Simmerson
: I have a cousin at Horse Guards, sir, and I have friends at court. Wellesley
: A man who loses the King's Colours loses the King's friendship.
[about the first defeat of the South Essex
: This is a report from Major Hogan, which differs somewhat from your account, Sir Henry. Sir Henry Simmerson
: Major Hogan is merely an engineer, sir. Wellesley
: Major Hogan's coat buttons up tight over a number of other duties, Sir Henry. Major Hogan reports a number of losses, Sir Henry. He says you first lost your head, and instead of destroying the bridge, you marched over it. He says you then lost your nerve, and ran from a small French patrol. He says you lost ten men, a Major and two sergeants. He says you finally lost your sense of honour and destroyed the bridge, cutting off a rescue party led by Lieutenant Sharpe. Major Hogan leaves the worst to the last. He says you lost the King's Colours. Sir Henry Simmerson
] The fault was not mine, sir. Major Lennox must answer. Wellesley
] Major Lennox answered with his *life*! As you should have done if you had any sense of honour! You lost the Colours of the King of England! You disgraced us, sir. You shamed us, sir. *You* will answer.
: The South Essex is stood down in name. If I wipe the name away, I may wipe the shame. I am making you a Battalion of Detachments, you will fetch and carry. The Light Company put up a fight, so I will let it stand under the command of a new captain. Sir Henry Simmerson
: To be commanded by the newly-gazetted Captain Gibbons, sir? Wellesley
: To be commanded by the newly-gazetted Captain *Sharpe*, sir.
: The Prince of Orange. They wanted to give him command over me. Better counsel prevailed.
Prince William of Orange
: It's the French. Oh my god. Now they have guns. Wellington
: Oh, they've always had guns, your royal highness. What they haven't always had is you as a target.
: Your Regiment, Sharpe! Richard Sharpe
: Prince of... South Essex! ADVANCE!
[regiment walks off towards the French
] Richard Sharpe
: South Essex Charge!
[the Prince of Orange rides to Wellington's side
] Prince William of Orange
: Good day to you. We're fighting Boney, you know. Indeed we are. This day, at the cross roads of Quartre Bras... He's been seen. Wellington
] Has he been? Prince William of Orange
: We're holding the woods, I do believe... yes. Uxbridge
: [looks around
] Where are your men? Prince William of Orange
: Fighting... fighting.
[the Dutch troops stream past, clearly running away
: I stand corrected, highness. I know very little about uniforms, other than me own, but I could have sworn these was yours as is running. Ain't they? Prince William of Orange
: [draws his sword
] Some of them, Lord Uxbridge, some of them.
[spurs after them
] Prince William of Orange
: Come back here, you cowards! Wellington
: I never mind men running as long as they come back.
: [to the retreating Dutch troops
] My lads, you look blown from your run. Come, do take breath a moment. Then we will go back and try if we can do better. Take heart, soon have some guns up. Uxbridge! Uxbridge
: Wellington? Wellington
: When? Uxbridge
: Oh, they do come, I assure you. What of the Prussians. Any word at all? Wellington
: I told the Prussians we'll support them but only if not attacked here. They'll have to fight without us today.
: If your corps is coming up, as you assure me, how close do you think they are? I want them to clear that road, I want it handsomely arranged with guns. Uxbridge
: Very close. Wellington
: How close? Uxbridge
: Close. Coming up.
[He turns around to look for them
[as Wellington sits down to dinner, the night before the battle
: What do you do tomorrow? Wellington
: What do you eat, Uxbridge? Uxbridge
] Much the same. Wellington
: Does the army want for anything? Uxbridge
: Damn it, what do you do tomorrow? What plans have you? Wellington
: Plans? Uxbridge
: I am second in command! I ought to know! Wellington
: As soon as Napoleon Bonaparte tells me what *he's* going to do, I shall know what *I'm* going to do, and I shall tell you. But as Boney has not yet confided in me, I cannot confide in you. So, to your beef, Uxbridge.
[Uxbridge exits in a huff
: [under his breath
] Adulterous rogue.
: I'm most grateful for this young man. He saved us all. Lord Wellington
: It's what he does. Isn't it, Sharpe.
: For God's sake there's enough black sheep in our family to fill a field! Whoring and swindling, but Will isn't one of them. And as for your wife Kitty and her tribe... Lord Wellington
: Bess what is this for? Bess Nugent
: Let me go too, and find him. Lord Wellington
: No you will not. You will be removed from here, in the opposite direction, disarmed and obedient.
: Go back to your old regiments. Wear your new red coats with pride, and I'll see you in the land of Napoleon Bonaparte!
: [Translating for El Casco
] "I do not kill Englishmen." Wellington
: Ah.That's a relief. Munro
: Not for the Scots.
: What in the name of Bonaparte's balls is this fellow doing?
: When will the killing end? Wellington
: You don't think I too dream of peace? You don't think I too yearn to end this damned dirty job we call soldiering? Blackadder
: Frankly, No.
: One point, sir. I should, perhaps, warn you that while duelling I tend to put on my lucky wig and regimental accent. Wellington
: That won't help you. It would take a homicidal maniac in a claymore and a kilt to get the better of me! Blackadder
: Well that's handy.
The Duke of Wellington
: There's only one way to win a campaign: shout, shout and shout again!
Sir Robert Peel
: Fine couple Wellington. Duke of Wellington
: Yes, but I'm in her bad books, Peel, for opposing his rank. Sir Robert Peel
: And I for opposing his allowance.
Duke of Wellington
: She's as obstinate as a wagon-load of monkeys.
Duke of Wellington
: I've seen enough of fighting to know that to keep friendly with your neighbours is about the most important thing in the world.
: I think you're a rogue, Sharpe. But you're on my side and one of my rogues. I don't want you dead.
: [about his soldiers
] God may damn them but I'm not inclined.
: We're in! By the living God we're in!
: Should I serve sherry to the Spanish officers, sir? Wellington
: Damn it, Stokeley, it's an execution, not a bloody christening.
: If Sharpe is found not guilty the Spanish will never believe us or trust us again. They want justice. Nairn
: I think they should get it, sir... whatever the verdict.
: [concerning the French
] We've got them running, Nairn! We're going to chase them out of Spain into France, and drown them in the Channel!
: Discipline is only a rabble-rouser's shout from anarchy!
: You think there may be something in those rockets, Sharpe? Richard Sharpe
: Not as to accuracy, sir, but they play merry hell with the morality of poorly led men, sir. The sound is shocking. Wellington
: Scared you, did they? Richard Sharpe
: I was terrified, sir. Sir Augustus Farthingale
: Do, uh, you you really think this Sharpe's the right man to send, sir? Won't cut and run if someone lets off a gun, will he? Teresa
: Who is this fool?
: [the Prince Regent wants Sharpe appointed major
] It seems Sharpe has friends at court too Colonel, though in London, not in Lisbon.
: Can a magician kill a man by magic? Jonathan Strange
: I suppose a magician might... but a gentleman never could.
Capt. Neil Palmer
: [Limps into Wellington's tent on a crutch - Sharpe follows
] Sir, Under the provisions of the Army Act, I wish to charge Colonel Bamfylde with cowardice in the face of the enemy, abandoning his position, abandoning the wounded, conspiring with the Compte De Maquerre - a spy in the service of Bonaparte to desert his position and throw the blame on Major Sharpe. I further wish to report, sir, that Major Sharpe tended to the wounded, successfully repulsed an attack by General Calvet's brigade and brought us all safely back home here sir. Lord Wellington
: Is that all Captain Palmer? Capt. Neil Palmer
: Almost sir.
[Limps two feet to his right, and knees Colonel Bamfylde in the groin
] Colonel Horace Bampfylde
: Field Marshall Wellington. Captain Palmer assaulted me. He struck a superior officer! Lord Wellington
: You're no longer a superior officer, Bamfylde. Get out!
: Give the puppets Richard Sharpe.
: What do you do when you're short of cash, Sharpe? Sharpe
: Do without, sir.
: I'd be obliged if you'd show that fellow Shellington around the camp. I can't spare another officer. Sharpe
: Yes sir. Wellington
: Oh, and Sharpe, you better brace yourself. He's a poet. Sharpe
: Poet, sir? My wife will be delighted. Wellington
: Really? Personally I'd rather call for the surgeon and have him cut off my goddamn foot with a saw.
ADC to Wellington
: [Caroline has just slashed her wrists
] Good God, your Grace! She just tried to kill herself! Duke of Wellington
: Nonsense, me boy. No difficulty about killing yourself, if you really mean to.