They're the salt of England, Arthur.
Scum. Nothing but beggars and scoundrels, all of them. Gin is the spirit of their patriotism.
Yet you expect them to die for you?
Um-hum.
Out of duty?
Um-hum.
I doubt if even Bonaparte could draw men to him by duty.
Oh, Boney's not a gentleman.
Arthur! What an Englishman you are.
On the field of battle his hat is worth fifty thousand men; but he is not a gentleman.