Speech from Braveheart

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Antonius Calvus
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Speech from Braveheart

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I'm sure there are errors here and there. Corrections are welcome!

Wallace:
Sons of Scotland, I am William Wallace.

Young soldier:
William Wallace is seven feet tall.

Wallace:
Yes, I've heard. Kills men by the hundreds, and if he were here he'd consume
the English with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lightning from his arse.
I am William Wallace. And I see a whole army of my countrymen here in
defiance of tyranny. You have come to fight as free men, and free men you
are. What would you do without freedom? Will you fight?

Veteran soldier:
Fight? Against that? No, we will run; and we will live.

Wallace:
Aye, fight and you may die. Run and you'll live -- at least a while. And dying
in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days
from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and
tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom.

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Wallace:
Filii Scotiae, William Wallace sum.

Miles iuvenis:
William Wallace septem pedes altus est.

Wallace:
Sic, audivi. Centuriatim occidit, et si adesset Anglos igni ab oculis fulminibusque
ab culo consumeret. William Wallace sum. Exercitumque totum civium meorum
tyrannidem defendentes video. Ut viri liberi ad pugnandum venistis, liberique viri
estis. Quid faciatis sine libertate? Pugnabitis?

Miles veteranus:
Pugnare? Contra illud? Non, fugiemus; et vivemus.

Wallace:
Ita, si pugnatis moriamini. Si fugitis vivetis, saltem paulisper. Morientesque in lectis
vestris multis annis posthac, velitisne cunctos dies ab hac die usque ad illum mutare
pro uno occasio, modo uno occasio quo possitis huc redire hostibusque dicere vitas
nostras adimant, sed numquam nostram libertaaaaateeeeeem!
Fures privatorum furtorum in nervo atque in compedibus aetatem agunt, fures publici in auro atque in purpura.

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