Sharpe Quote
Sir Augustus: Captain Sharpe and I have met. You are late, sir, and I cannot abide unpunctuality.
Sharpe: I'm sorry I'm late, my Lord, the inspection of the rocket battery ran to a full hour, sir.
Wellington: I am not happy you did not get me my horses, Sharpe. You think there may be something in these rockets, Sharpe?
Sharpe: Not as to accuracy, sir, but they play merry hell with the morale of poorly led men, sir. The sound is shocking.
Wellington: Scared you, did they?
Sharpe: [deadpan] I was terrified, sir.
Sir Augustus: Are you...uh...sure that Captain Sharpe is the right man to send with the ransom? He won't cut and run if somebody lets off a gun, will he?
Teresa: Who is this fool?
Sir Augustus: I have not come here, my Lord, to hear this man explaining about his rockets. What about my wife, sir?
Wellington: You have the money?
Sir Augustus: Five hundred golden guineas.
Wellington: Good. The deserters have demanded that the ransom be delivered by Captain Sharpe.
Sir Augustus: Oh, I wonder why, sir. It's probably because he knew one of the ruffians when he was a private soldier. That's what comes of raising from the ranks. Personally, my Lord, I don't hold with it.
Sharpe: My Lord if I may speak? [Wellington nods] Sir Augustus is probably correct in speculating that whoever asked for me served under me in the ranks. I was a Sergeant and a stickler for duty, so it's fair to assume that whoever it is wants to settle a score and slit my throat. But, if Sir Augustus does not trust me, I am more than willing to step down, and let him take the gold himself, sir.
Sir Augustus: [looking uncomfortable] Well! I am willing to accept Captain Sharpe as a messenger if you are, my Lord.
Wellington: Let's have it Nairn.
Sharpe: I'm sorry I'm late, my Lord, the inspection of the rocket battery ran to a full hour, sir.
Wellington: I am not happy you did not get me my horses, Sharpe. You think there may be something in these rockets, Sharpe?
Sharpe: Not as to accuracy, sir, but they play merry hell with the morale of poorly led men, sir. The sound is shocking.
Wellington: Scared you, did they?
Sharpe: [deadpan] I was terrified, sir.
Sir Augustus: Are you...uh...sure that Captain Sharpe is the right man to send with the ransom? He won't cut and run if somebody lets off a gun, will he?
Teresa: Who is this fool?
Sir Augustus: I have not come here, my Lord, to hear this man explaining about his rockets. What about my wife, sir?
Wellington: You have the money?
Sir Augustus: Five hundred golden guineas.
Wellington: Good. The deserters have demanded that the ransom be delivered by Captain Sharpe.
Sir Augustus: Oh, I wonder why, sir. It's probably because he knew one of the ruffians when he was a private soldier. That's what comes of raising from the ranks. Personally, my Lord, I don't hold with it.
Sharpe: My Lord if I may speak? [Wellington nods] Sir Augustus is probably correct in speculating that whoever asked for me served under me in the ranks. I was a Sergeant and a stickler for duty, so it's fair to assume that whoever it is wants to settle a score and slit my throat. But, if Sir Augustus does not trust me, I am more than willing to step down, and let him take the gold himself, sir.
Sir Augustus: [looking uncomfortable] Well! I am willing to accept Captain Sharpe as a messenger if you are, my Lord.
Wellington: Let's have it Nairn.
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