Sharpe

Sharpe:
[empties wine bottle into his flagon, shakes it] Bloody hell!

Harper:
[sets a new bottle down in front of him]

Sharpe:
[stands, grabs Harper by the shoulders] Bloody hell! Patrick! Not you!

Harper:
Aye, it's me.

Sharpe:
Damn me, ye came! Ye came!

Harper:
Aye, I did come, I did.

Sharpe:
Sit down, Pat, sit down. Make room for Sergeant-Major Harper.

Harper:
[Sits, Harris and Hagman make room for him] Actually, it's just Patrick Harper. Mister Patrick Harper, Horse-master to the gentry.

Sharpe:
What, not re-enlisting?

Harper:
I am not. The King's had more than his shilling out of me, so he has.