Braveheart quotes

View Quote William Wallace: Why do you help me?
Princess Isabelle: Because of the way you are looking at me now.

View Quote Robert the Bruce: [after William is betrayed] Father! You. Rotting. Bastard. Why? Why?
Robert Bruce, Sr.: Longshanks required Wallace. So did our nobles. That was the price of your crown.
Robert the Bruce: Die! I want you to die.
Robert Bruce, Sr.: Soon enough I'll be dead. And you'll be king.
Robert the Bruce: I don't want anything from you. You're not a man, and you're not my father.
Robert Bruce, Sr.: You are my son, and you have always known my mind.
Robert the Bruce: You deceived me.
Robert Bruce, Sr.: You let yourself be deceived. In your heart, you always knew what had to happen here. At last, you know what it means to hate. Now you're ready to be a king.
Robert the Bruce: My hate will die ... with you.

View Quote Isabelle: Sir, I've come to beg you to confess all and swear allegiance to the king, that he might show you mercy.
William: Will he show mercy to my country?
Isabelle: Mercy is to die quickly, perhaps even live in a tower. In time, who knows what could happen.
William: If I swear to him, then all that I am is dead already.
Isabelle: You will die. It will be awful.
William: Every man dies, not every man really lives.
Isabelle: Drink this. It will dull your pain.
William: No. It will numb my wits, and I must have them all. For if I'm senseless or if I wail, then Longshanks will have broken me.

View Quote Isabelle: I have come to beg for the life of William Wallace.
Prince Edward: You're quite taken with him, aren't you.
Isabelle: 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.
Prince Edward: Before he lost his powers of speech he told me his one comfort was he would live to know Wallace was dead.
Isabelle: [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.

View Quote Royal Magistrate: It can all end, right now. Peace. Bliss. Just say it. Cry out mercy.
Crowd: Mercy...mercy!
Royal Magistrate: Cry out. Just say it. Mercy.
Hamish: Mercy lad, mercy.
Stephen: Jesus, mercy.
Royal Magistrate: The prisoner wishes to say a word.
William: FREEEEE-DOMMMMMM!!!!!