本文格式为Word版，下载可任意编辑勇敢的心 全英文版 台词 -Robert: I shall tell you of William Wallace. Historians from England will say I am a liar, But history is written by those who have hanged heroes. The king of Scotland had died without a son, And the king of England, a cruel pagan known as Edward the Longshanks, Claimed the throne of Scotland for himself. Scotland's nobles fought him, and fought each other over the crown. So Longshanks invited them to talk of truce... No weapons, one page only. Among the farmers of that shire was Malcolm Wallace, A commoner with his own lands. He had two sons, John and William. -Malcolm: I told you to stay. -William: Well, I finished my work. Where are we going? -Malcolm: MacAndrews'. He was supposed to visit when the gathering was over. -William: Can I come? -Malcolm: No, go home, boy. -William:But I want to go. -Malcolm: Go home or you'll feel the back of my hand. -John: Go you home, William. -Malcolm: MacAndrews! MacAndrews! Holy Jesus! -William: Aah! -Malcolm: It's all right! William! William! William, it's all right. It's all right. Easy, lad. -Dead Page Boy: William. -William: Uhh! -Malcolm: And I say we hit back now! -MacClannough: We cannot fight them! It's suicide! -Campbell: Wallace is right! We fight them! -MacClannough: Every nobleman who had a will to fight was at that meeting. We cannot beat an army. Not with 50 farmers. -Malcolm: We do not have to beat them, just fight them. -Campbell (and others): I am, Wallace. -MacClannough: All right, all right. -Malcolm: Ready. -Malcolm: Where do you think you're going? -William: I'm going with you. -Malcolm: Ah, you're going with me, are you? And what are you going to do? -William: I'm going to 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. -William: I can fight. -Malcolm: I know. I know you can fight. But it's our wits that make us men. See you tomorrow. -John: Ha! Hiya! -Hamish: English! -William: Get down! -Hamish: With your father and brother gone, they'll kill us and burn the farm. -William: It's up to us, Hamish. -Boys: Ahhhh! -William: Nah. -Hamish: Uhh! -William: Da? Da? -Campbell: William. Come here, lad. -Priest: Amen. -Everyone: Amen. -Argyle: William. I'm your uncle Argyle. You have the look of your mother. We'll stay here tonight. Tomorrow you'll come home with me. -William: I don't want to leave. -Argyle: You didn't want your father to die either, did you? But it happened. Did the priest give a poetic benediction? The Lord bless thee and keep thee? -William: It was in Latin. -Argyle: You don't speak Latin? Well, that's something we shall have to remedy, isn't it? -ArgyleWilliam: The Lord blesses thee and keep thee. The Lord caused His light to shine on thee. The Lord lift up His countenance upon thee，and give thee peace. Amen. -Dead Malcolm: Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it. -William: What are they doing? -Argyle: Saying good-bye in their own way... Playing outlawed tunes on outlawed pipes. It was the same for me and your daddy when our father was killed. First, learn to use...this. Then I'll teach you to use...this. -Narrator: Many years later, Edward the Longshanks, King of England, supervised the wedding of his eldest son, who would succeed him to the throne. -Prince: Amen. -Narrator: As bride for his son, Longshanks had chosen the daughter of his rival, the king of France. It was widely whispered that for the princess to conceive, Longshanks would have to do the honors himself. That may have been what he had in mind all along. -Longshanks: Scotland... my land. The French will grovel to anyone with strength, But how will they believe our strength when we cannot rule the whole of our own island? Where is my son? -Isabella: Your pardon, my lord.He asked me to come in his stead. -Longshanks: I sent for him, and he sends you. -Isabella: Shall I leave, my lord? -Longshanks: If he wants his queen to rule when I am gone, then, by all means, stay and learn how. Please. 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're 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。