But I want my money

Richard Sharpe:

[has stumbled across Jane and Rossendale]
You, madam! You! Jane Sharpe:
Don't hurt me, please! Richard Sharpe:
And you! [grabs Rossendale] Richard Sharpe:
You dare to come! You dare to join! You dare to be in the same bottle-beggary army as me! Richard Sharpe:
[chases Rossendale until Rossendale trips and falls]
Get up! [kicks Rossendale in the ribs] Richard Sharpe:
Get up and fight! [turns to the crowd] Richard Sharpe:
Somebody give him a sword! [turns back to Rossendale] Richard Sharpe:
You have a friend? Rossendale:
[recognizing the duel challenge]
No, no, no, no, please! Richard Sharpe:
Then give me the money, you can keep the whore for an arse-wipe, you yellow-livered... [feels the shame of being cuckolded] Richard Sharpe:
No... no, by God, I'll kill you anyway! [draws his sword and points it at Rossendale, who wets himself in front of the assembled guests] Uxbridge:
[intervenes]
Enough! [looks down at Rossendale in disgust] Uxbridge:
Get up. Richard Sharpe:
[does not move his sword]
By God I'll fillet you also! Uxbridge:
You will not! Harry Price:
[mutters in Sharpe's ear]
Harry Paget, Richard... Earl Uxbridge as is, Lord Wellington's second-in-command as is... don't do it. Richard Sharpe:
[sighs in defeat]
You tell him Harry. Rossendale:
[looking up, embarrassed]
I fell... just fell. Richard Sharpe:
Tell him he can have the whore [glares over at Jane, who stares back at him in loathing] Richard Sharpe:
but I want my money