Sharpe

Sharpe:
Sir?

Wellington:
Sharpe?

Sharpe:
I would like to be given command of the Forlorn Hope, Sir.

Wellington:
I think you're a rogue, Sharpe. But you're on my side, you're one of my rogues. I don't want you dead.

Sharpe:
May I offer my reasons, Sir? They are pressing. I have a... I have a wife in the city, and a child. I want to be first in and by their side, before you will sack the city, Sir.

Wellington:
You may not be given the Forlon Hope. I shall not countenance it, no!