Lines of Wellington Page #4

You'll all burn in Hell!

Untie me!

Forgive my asking...

But have you seen this lady?

It's a good likeness.

Painted by an Italian,

a master from Milan...

A true artist, very well known.

Barilli.

He was in Coimbra three years ago.

It's just like her.

She's my wife.

I lost her in Pombal two days ago.

I turned round

and, poof, she was gone...

I haven't seen her since...

You haven't seen her, have you?

No, sorry.

Apart from the English, who told us

to hurry, we haven't seen a soul.

Come on!

Perhaps your wife...?

I don't think so.

Her name's Maria de Jesus...

Maria de Jesus de Almeida...

I'm Vicente.

De Almeida, naturally...

If you do see her...

If she does come through here...

If you'd be so kind... tell her...

...that I'm looking for her.

Vicente... Vicente de Almeida.

Much obliged.

Thank you.

Pick them up.

"I should like to tell you how I feel about

the State which we have described...

"I should like to tell you how I feel about

the State which we have described...

"I might compare myself to a person

who, on beholding beautiful animals

"either created by the painter's art,

or, better still, alive but at rest,

"is seized with a desire

of seeing them in motion

"or engaged in some struggle or conflict

to which their forms appear suited..."

Sergeant!

Help them fix the wheel.

The sight of those poor souls forced

to flee by the accursed Jacobins,

made my blood boil.

As we mended the English girl's wagon,

I thought of what would happen should

the bastard French catch up with them

before they reached safety.

I wanted to smash something.

The feeling grew when I thought

that a defenseless lass like Maureen

could suffer the same fate...

Oh, dearest Major!

I've dreamt of bathing

like this for ages.

From now on,

ask what you will of me!

I'll always serve you first.

Don't lie, wench!

I know full well Sergeant Xavier

is your favourite...

It depends.

I'm not so set in my ways.

You're my favourite tonight...

...my little gold charm.

- He hasn't eaten since yesterday!

- Let him be! All the more for us.

We're small, Francisco Xavier...

This Portugal of ours

is a tiny gnat turd.

If it weren't for the roast beefs,

Bonaparte would have made

mincemeat of us...

You're an ass, Z Maria.

You don't get it.

Oh, don't I?

What don't I get?

You should realize, you ass,

that Portugal and Napoleon

are like it says in the Bible.

Oh yeah?!

What does it say in the bible?

Well, in the bible...

...Napoleon is Goliath,

and Portugal is King David.

And the English?

What are the English

in this bible of yours?

The English are the slingshot

King David used to fell Goliath.

You devil!

Have you ever read the bible?

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