I have come to beg for the life of William Wallace.

You're quite taken with him, aren't you.

I respect him. At worst he was a worthy enemy. Show mercy, O great king, and win the respect of your own people. Even now you are incapable of mercy. And you. To you that word is as unfamiliar as love.

Before he lost his powers of speech he told me his one comfort was he would live to know Wallace was dead.

[whispered in Longshank's ear]

You see, death comes to us all. But before it comes to you, know this. Your plot dies with you. A child who is not of your line grows in my belly. Your son will not sit long on the throne, I swear it.