Richard Sharpe:
[
Rallying the South Essex] I'm your colours. I Am.
Wellington:
The Prince of Orange. They wanted to give him command over me. Better council 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.
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?
[
disbelievingly]
Prince William of Orange:
We're holding the woods I do believe... yes.
Uxbridge:
Where are your men?
Prince William of Orange:
Fighting... Fighting.
Uxbridge:
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:
Some of them, Lord Uxbridge, some of them. Come back here ya cowards.
[
as he chases after them]
Wellington:
[
to Uxbridge] I never mind men running as long as they come back.
Wellington:
[
to the retreating troups] 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.
Wellington:
Uxbridge.
Uxbridge:
Wellington?
Wellington:
When?
Uxbridge:
Oh, they do come I assure you. What of the Prussians. Any word at all?
Wellington:
I tell the Prussians we'll support them but only if not attacked here. They'll have to fight without us today.
Wellington:
[
distant cannon sounds] Listen. There. The Prussians have started before us.
Prince William of Orange:
[
the Prince has returned to the group and Sharpe has joined them] Sharpe, you hear those guns, Sharpe? Far off. That's the Prussians pasting up the French. Do you hear it. Listen.
Prince William of Orange:
[
an explosion near the Prince] It's the French. 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.
Richard Sharpe:
[
chuckles]
Wellington:
[
to Uxbridge] If your corp is coming up as you assure me; how close do you think they are. I want them clear that road, I want it hansom arranged with guns.
Uxbridge:
Very close.
Wellington:
How close?
Uxbridge:
Close. Coming up.
[
as he turns about to look for them]
Doggett:
[
to the Prince of Orange] You, sir, are a silk stocking full of shit.
Wellington:
Your Regiment, Sharpe!
Richard Sharpe:
Prince of... South Essex! ADVANCE!
[
regiment walks off towards the French]
Richard Sharpe:
South Essex Charge!
Rebeque:
[
Rebeque is talking to Sharpe about the Prince of Orange and his whores, when there is large bang] That's his boots!
Doggett:
[
on the Prince of Orange] He did it again. How many more men will he kill? That's my commission gone to the blazes I dare say, but it had to be said.
Richard Sharpe:
[
choking with grief] Daniel Hagman... Harris... He won't kill anymore!
Patrick Harper:
[
to Doggett] Oh now you have caused trouble!
[
rides after Sharpe]
Doggett:
[
to the Prince of Orange] You did it again! Colonel Sharpe said you would do it again, and you did! All those men dead because you wanted to get out? You coward!
Rebeque:
Doggett! His Royal Highness cannot be called a coward.
Doggett:
No, dammnit. No, not cowardice, not that. Just so he can dance and prance, and make high cockalorum, while men die? Horribly? It is too much, I declare, too much! I shall say it!
Doggett:
[
after a second] You sir, are a silk stocking full of shit!
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