Sharpe

La Marquesa:
You saved my life.

Sharpe:
You tried to end mine.

La Marquesa:
I've never met you.

Sharpe:
Well, do you hear that, Pat? She's never met me.

Harper:
You're bleeding, sir. Don't move.

Sharpe:
What about my shameful suggestions?

La Marquesa:
What?

Sharpe:
Oh, she's denying me now, Pat. After all we've been through.

Harper:
I hear her, sir.

Sharpe:
You think she'd remember the man who got down on his knees, drunk mind you, and crawled on her floor begging Her Ladyship to sleep with him. Bugger!

Harper:
I'd remember it.

Sharpe:
Aye! So would I. A man lost his honour because of the lady's lies. Stripped of his rank. Hung on a rope.

La Marquesa:
Who are you?

Sharpe:
You know who I am. My name is Sharpe.