Braveheart

Braveheart quotes

65 total quotes (ID: 94)

Argyle Wallace
King Edward Longshanks
Multiple Characters
Robert the Bruce
Stephen


If we can't drive them out, we will breed them out.


Robert the Bruce: Wait! I respect what you said, but remember that these men have lands and castles. It's much to risk.
William: And the common man who bleeds on the battlefield, does he risk less?
Robert the Bruce: No, but from top to bottom this country has no sense of itself. Its nobles share allegiance with England. Its clans war with each other. If you make enemies on both sides of the border, you'll end up dead.
William: We all end up dead; it's just a question of how and why.
Robert the Bruce: I'm not a coward. I want what you want, but we need the nobles.
William: We need them?
Robert the Bruce: Aye.
William: Now tell me, what does that mean to be noble? Your title gives you claim to the thrown of our country, but men don't follow titles, they follow courage. Now our people know you. Noble, and common, they respect you. And if you would just lead them to freedom, they'd follow you. And so would I.

Uncle Argyle: William, I am your uncle, Argyle. You have the look of your mother.

[Murron is tied to a post about to be executed]
Magistrate: All of you know full well, the great pains I have always taken never to be too strict, too rigid with the application of our laws, and as a consequence, have we not learned to live together in relative peace and harmony, huh? And this day's lawlessness is how you repay my leniency. Well you leave me with little choice. An assault on the king's soldiers is the same as an assault on the king himself.
[He slits Murron's throat]
Magistrate: Now, let this scrapper come to me.

Isabelle: Let us talk plainly. You invade England, but you can not complete the conquest so far from your shelter and supply. The king desires peace.
William: Longshanks desires peace?
Isabelle: He declares it to me, I swear it. He proposes that you withdraw your attack. In return he grants you title, estates, and this chest of gold which I am to pay to you personally.
William: A lordship and titles. Gold. That I should become Judas?
Isabelle: Peace is made in such ways.
William: Slaves are made in such ways! The last time Longshanks spoke of peace I was a boy. And many Scottish nobles, who would not be slaves, were lured by him under a flag of truce to a barn, where he had them hanged. I was very young, but I remember Longshank's notion of peace.
Isabelle: I understand you have suffered. I know... about your woman.
William: [pause] She was my wife. We married in secret because I would not share her with an English lord. They killed her to get to me. I've never spoken of it, I don't know why I tell you now, except... I see her strength in you. One day, you will be a queen. And you must open your eyes. You tell your king that William Wallace will not be ruled... and nor will any Scot while I live.

Longshanks: Nobles. Nobles are the key to the door of Scotland. Grant our nobles lands in the north. Give their nobles estates here in England, and make them too greedy to oppose us.
Advisor: But sire, our nobles will be reluctant to uproot. New lands mean new taxes, and they are already taxed for the war in France.
Longshanks: Are they? Are they? The trouble with Scotland is that it's full of Scots. Perhaps the time has come to reinstitute an old custom. Grant them prima noctes. First night, when any common girl inhabiting their lands is married, our nobles shall have sexual rights to her on the night of her wedding. If we can't get them out, we breed them out. That should fetch just the kind of lords we want to Scotland, taxes or no taxes.
Advisor: A most excellent idea, sire.
Longshanks: Is it?

English Commander: I hope you washed your ass this morning, it's about to be kissed by a king.

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.

Who is this person that speaks to me as though I needed his advice?

Longshanks: Archers.
General: I beg your pardon, sire. Won't we hit our own troops?
Longshanks: Yes, but we'll hit theirs as well. We have reserves. Attack.

Longshanks: Who is this who speaks to me as though I needed his advice?
Prince Edward: I have named Phillip my high councilor.
Longshanks: Are you qualified?
Phillip: I am well skilled in the arts of war and military tactics, sire.
Longshanks: Really? [leads Phillip toward a window] What advice would you give on the present...situation?
[Longshanks pushes Phillip out the window on the word "situation", he falls to his death]

I shall offer a truce and buy him off. But who will go to him? Not I. If I fell under the sword of that murderer, that might be my head in a basket. And not my gentle son. The mere sight of him would only encourage the enemy to take over the whole country. So whom do I send? Whom do I send?

Malcolm: Where do you think you're going?
Young William: I'm going with you.
Malcolm: Oh, you're going with, hey? And what are you going to do?
Young William: I'm gonna help.
Malcolm: Hey, and a good help you'd be, too. But I need you to stay here and look after the place for me while I'm away.
Young William: I can fight!
Malcolm: I know you can fight, but it's our wits that make us men. I'll see you tomorrow.

The Almighty tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he's pretty sure you're ****ed.

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!!!!!