Actus
I.
Enter
Halserigge
,
Thorne
,
Selby
,
and
Sir
Ieoffrey
VViseacres
.
Tho.
FEllow
colleagues
,
since
it
hath
pleas'd
our
King
,
Renowned
Edward
,
of
his
speciall
favour
To
spheare
us
in
this
height
of
eminence
,
And
maks
vs
rulers
over
Scotland
,
Lets
shew
our selves
worthy
the
dignities
Conferred
upon
us
.
Sel.
That's
not
by
lenity
,
For
howsoere
the
armed
hand
of
war
Ha's
made
them
ours
,
they
are
a
Nation
Haughty
and
full
of
spleen
,
and
must
be
manag'd
With
straighter
reins
and
rougher
bitts
.
Tho.
Ahlas
,
I
finde
them
easie
,
tractable
and
mild
,
Autority
may
with
a
slender
twine
Hold
in
the
strongest
head
,
then
what
needs
tyranny
,
Vse
rein
or
bitt
,
by
this
all
doubts
are
cleer'd
,
'Tis
alwayes
better
to
be
lov'd
then
fear'd
?
And
by
your
leave
,
Sir
Thomas
,
We
have
good
reason
to
defend
our
own
.
Sel.
You
are
as
cleer
of
danger
,
and
as
free
from
foes
.
Has.
As
he
that
holds
a
hungry
wolfe
by
th'
eares
,
The
principles
are
true
,
trust
not
thy
wife
With
secrets
,
nor
thy
vassall
with
thy
life
,
Sound
example
proves
it
.
Ieof.
And
private
policy
confirms
it
,
I
could
urge
reason
why
,
shew
cause
,
wherefore
,
and
speake
to
purpose
wherby
,
but
my
betters
are
in
place
,
I
know
them
to
be
pregnant
,
and
a
ready
wit's
worth
all
.
Sel.
For
our
owne
safeties
then
,
and
Englands
honour
,
Let
not
us
lose
what
our
King
hardly
wonne
.
Has.
To
that
effect
called
we
this
solemne
meeting
,
To
which
we
have
summon'd
divers
:
chiefly
Wallace
,
Late
Sheriffe
of
Ayre
,
which
office
tho
the
King
Conferred
on
me
,
the
haughty
Scot
thinks
much
To
tender
up
,
observe
his
insolence
.
Enter
Wallace
,
and
takes
his
place
.
Sel.
Presumptuous
Groom
,
this
is
a
seat
for
Eagles
,
And
not
for
Haggards
.
O.
Wal.
Selbie
'tis
a
seat
,
I
,
and
my
Grandsires
Grandsire
have
enjoyed
And
held
with
worship
,
and
till
Edwards
hand
Remove
me
from't
,
Wallace
will
still
posses't
.
Sel.
Proud
Wallace
dares
not
.
O.
Wal.
Selbie
,
both
dares
and
doe
,
And
must
,
and
will
,
tho
subject
unto
Edward
,
I'me
Selbies
equall
both
in
birth
and
place
:
Tho
in
mine
Office
,
Edward
joyn'd
you
with
me
,
He
never
made
you
ruler
over
me
.
Has.
You'le
finde
he
did
,
reade
that
Commission
,
And
tell
me
then
,
if
Selby
or
your self
,
Be
Sheriffe
of
Ayre
.
O.
Wal.
To
what
my
King
commands
I
humbly
bend
,
resigning
on
my
knee
Both
Staffe
and
Office
.
Sel.
Which
thus
Selby
breaks
Over
thy
head
,
and
now
proud
Sir
acknowledge
Selby
your
Ruler
,
and
with
your
place
resigne
Your
Castle
and
your
Lands
.
O.
Wal.
That's
not
inserted
in
your
Commission
.
What
the
King
has
given
I
surrender
,
For
my
Lands
they'r
still
mine
own
,
Were
purchas'd
with
the
sweat
of
my
deer
Ancestors
,
And
ere
I
lose
a
pole
,
a
foot
,
I
or
the
smallest
turfe
a
silly
Larke
may
build
on
,
Ile
lose
life
.
Sel.
At
your
own
choice
,
either
your
lands
or
life
,
Or
both
.
O.
Wal.
Or
neither
,
royall
Edwards
mercy
Sits
above
Selbies
malice
.
Sel.
Surly
Groom
,
Mercie's
for
subjects
,
by
what
Evidence
,
Charter
or
Service
do
you
hold
your
Land
?
O.
Wal.
Selby
by
none
,
that
title
which
I
had
I
have
given
my
sonne
,
a
boy
of
that
proud
temper
,
As
should
he
heare
thy
insolent
demand
,
Would
pluck
thee
from
thy
seat
,
and
lay
thy
head
A
satisfaction
at
his
fathers
feet
,
But
heavens
forbid
it
,
Selby
thus
it
stands
,
Thou
hast
my
Office
,
and
my
sonne
my
Lands
.
Sel.
He
must
shew
how
he
holds
'em
.
O.
Wal.
So
he
can
,
And
Selby
will
shew
evidence
sufficient
,
Mine
,
my
deere
Fathers
,
and
my
Grandsires
sword
.
He
weares
good
evidence
about
him
Selby
,
And
will
upon
the
least
occasion
Both
shew
and
prove
it
lawfull
.
Has.
If
the
sword
be
your
best
plea
,
y'ave
but
a
naked
title
,
And
by
our
autority
we
here
command
You
and
your
sonne
at
our
next
generall
meeting
,
To
bring
in
your
Surrender
,
or
undergo
The
penalty
of
traytors
.
Enter
Sir
John
Graham
.
Gra.
Oh
you
the
patrons
of
poore
injur'd
subjects
,
Do
Graham
justice
,
Selbies
riotous
sonne
Assisted
by
a
crew
of
dissolutes
!
Has
stole
my
onely
daughter
,
and
intends
A
violent
Rape
,
or
which
more
cuts
my
soule
A
forced
marriage
.
Sel.
Inconsiderate
foole
,
The
boy
affects
her
,
and
with
my
consent
Intends
a
lawfull
marriage
,
'tis
a
favour
Her
betters
sue
for
.
Gra.
Oh
let
u'm
hate
,
my
bloud
Shall
never
enter
league
nor
hold
alliance
With
him
that
hates
my
Country
.
Sel.
Rest
your
thoughts
,
He
has
her
,
if
he
likes
her
he
shall
wed
her
,
And
Graham
as
a
dowry
shall
enjoy
Thy
present
state
,
revenues
,
goods
and
lands
,
Fret
out
thy
soule
,
he
shall
.
Gra.
Shall
?
Sel.
I
,
Sir
shall
,
It's
the
highest
favour
conquest
can
afford
,
For
a
slave
to
joyn
alliance
with
his
Lord
,
And
Wallace
see
present
surrender
made
Or
look
for
storms
.
Jeof.
So
say
I
too
,
and
'tis
not
the
least
part
of
policy
,
neither
.
O.
Wal.
Will
have
my
Lands
.
Exeunt
.
Gra.
Inforce
me
give
a
dower
.
Misery
decre'd
above
comparison
.
O.
Wal.
Complain
unto
the
King
.
Gra.
The
King
alas
.
I
have
heard
a
story
how
the
subtle
Fox
Having
stole
a
Lambe
,
the
family
of
sheep
Drew
a
petition
,
and
with
full
consent
Prefrr'd
it
to
the
Lion
,
he
imploy'd
'Bout
earnest
and
more
serious
businesse
,
Appoints
the
Beare
Commissioner
,
to
take
up
This
bloudy
difference
;
the
Beare
impannels
A
partiall
jury
all
of
Wolves
,
they
choose
The
Fox
their
Fore-man
,
they
consult
and
finde
The
sheepish
Nation
guilty
,
and
with
generall
breath
,
Cast
,
judged
,
condemned
,
and
sentenc'd
all
to
death
.
O.
Wal.
Men
should
have
souls
.
Gra.
But
tyrants
being
no
men
,
Have
consequently
none
;
complaints
in
slaves
,
Are
like
to
prayers
made
over
dead
mens
graves
,
Nor
heard
,
nor
pitied
,
heaven
ha's
impos'd
a
curse
,
Which
suffrance
in
time
may
cure
,
cōplaints
make
worse
.
O.
Wal.
Then
as
it
is
lets
bear't
,
win
heaven
to
friend
He
that
begins
knows
when
and
how
to
end
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
yong
Selby
,
and
other
gallants
guarding
Peggie
.
Y.
Sel.
Maske
her
,
come
Peg
hide
your
Scottish
face
.
Peg.
Why
shild
I
hayd
my
Scottis
face
,
my
Scottis
face
is
as
gude
as
yare
English
feace
,
'tis
a
true
Scotties
feace
.
Y.
Sel.
I
know
'tis
sweet
Peggy
,
and
because
'tis
not
a
picture
for
every
Painter
to
draw
forth
,
let
this
curtaine
be
pind
before
it
.
Peg.
Hange
yare
flee-flaps
,
na
Scottis
woeman
is
asheamed
a
that
luke
,
that
the
master
painter
abuife
guifes
her
,
whare
mun
I
gang
and
now
,
fay
,
fay
,
fay
,
what
lossell
am
I
that
am
hurrand
thus
till
and
fra
with
sweards
and
wapins
,
whay
mun
backerd
men
gang
fencing
and
florishing
about
me
,
am
I
yare
may-game
?
Y.
Sel.
No
Peggy
,
th'art
my
prisoner
,
but
here's
thy
jaile
.
Peg.
Are
yee
my
jalor
?
what
kin
bin
you
to
the
hangman
?
senu
you
?
whare's
hee
?
wha
is
that
foule
loone
amang
you
,
that
mun
be
my
hangman
?
Y.
Sel.
Here's
no
man
here
your
hangman
,
or
your
jailor
.
Peg.
Wha
then
be
you
?
Y.
Sel.
Your
friends
that
hold
you
only
in
bonds
of
love
.
Peg.
I
reckand
mickle
your
luife
,
fay
upon
sike
luife
,
the
awd
fellon
theef
,
luif
and
the
true
mans
siller
as
you
luifand
me
,
I'de
rather
be
a
Scutchmans
whore
,
then
an
English-mans
waife
,
and
be
dreave
toth'
Kirke
with
helters
.
Y.
Sel.
Tell
mee
what
proud
Scot
loves
thee
,
what
Scot
dare
touch
thee
now
th'art
Selbies
?
Peg.
Hang
thee
,
hang
thee
foule
meazel'd
lowne
,
What
Scuttishman
darres
guiff
my
luif
understood
My
case
,
on
Gads
deare
earth
yow
sud
no
farder
gange
As
butchers
kie
toth
the
grund
he
sud
yow
bange
.
2
Gall.
All
mildnesse
is
in
vain
,
take
some
rough
course
.
Y.
Sel.
Toth'
Church
,
away
,
Ile
marry
her
there
by
force
.
1
Gall.
Away
with
her
.
Enter
Wallace
,
Comming
,
and
Mentith
,
Peggy
runs
to
Wallace
.
2
Gall.
Yonders
Wallace
,
and's
true
.
Y.
Sel.
The
Devill
and's
dambe
bee't
,
budge
not
.
Peg.
O
my
luife
these
Sotherne
Carles
mickle
wrang
'gainst
mee
warcke
,
and
now
wad
force
mee
gang
untill
the
Kirke
,
and
marry
Selby
,
Wallace
my
Io
not
I
.
Y.
Sel.
Vnhand
that
beauteous
prize
,
proud
slave
,
'tis
mine
.
Wall.
Slave
!
th'art
a
villain
Selby
.
Y.
Sel.
Are
ye
so
brave
.
Wall.
Look
to
my
wench
.
Com.
Ment.
Kill
'em
.
Wall.
We
are
no
Stares
to
die
by
dozens
.
Y.
Sel.
Back
,
the
quarrels
mine
,
and
if
one
single
Scot
proud'st
of
your
swarme
dares
answer
me
,
step
forth
.
Wall.
Your
first
man
I
Sir
.
Y.
Sel.
Harke
Gentlemen
,
let
not
so
sleight
a
showre
,
Which
yet
lies
hid
and
wrapt
in
one
poore
cloud
,
Be
by
rough
winds
(
raiz'd
up
by
you
)
dispers'd
Into
a
generall
storme
,
to
many
eyes
Of
Scots
and
English
shoots
,
quick
lightning
forth
Already
,
but
your
absence
will
allay
Those
fires
which
else
must
kindle
,
get
then
away
,
Take
shelter
in
yon
taverne
.
Omnes
.
Agreed
.
Wall.
Look
to
my
Peggie
.
Exeunt
.
Y.
Sel.
Guard
my
love
,
hee
and
I
will
onely
exchange
cold
words
.
Wall.
Now
Sir
,
your
cold
words
.
Y.
Sel.
This
Scotch
Lasle
I
love
.
Wall.
Is
that
all
?
Y.
Sel.
Yes
.
Wall.
I
love
her
too
,
can
any
words
more
cold
,
Strike
to
your
heart
?
Y.
Sel.
Is
she
your
wife
?
Wall.
No
.
Y.
Sel.
She's
your
whore
.
Wall.
Vmh
,
neither
.
Y.
Sel.
She
gangs
with
me
then
.
Wall.
But
the
dew
lekens
not
whither
,
If
you
can
win
her
,
weare
her
,
she's
wholly
mine
.
Y.
Sel.
She
is
?
Wall.
She
is
,
our
Lasse
are
not
English
common
,
I'me
right
Scotch
bred
,
till
death
stick
to
a
woman
.
Y.
Sel.
And
to
the
death
thou
shalt
,
no
more
but
this
,
Thou
shalt
beare
from
me
Scot
.
Wall.
When
?
Y.
Sel.
Instantly
.
Make
time
Sir
,
of
your
weapon
,
time
,
and
place
.
Wall.
This
Whinyard
.
Y.
Sel.
This
.
Wall.
Our
swords
do
now
agree
,
and
of
one
length
and
scantling
.
Why
should
not
we
,
if
we
must
Surgeons
Have
to morrow
or
anon
If
not
as
good
now
,
'tis
the
English
fashion
To
swagger
it
out
,
and
then
drink
and
then
fight
And
kill
in
cold
bloud
having
slept
sound
all
night
,
And
oftentimes
all
gash'd
,
the
seconds
fall
,
When
home
in
whole
skins
come
the
principall
.
So
about
words
,
the
Lawyer
wrangling
stands
,
And
loses
in
mean
time
his
clients
lands
.
Y.
Sel.
Do'st
teach
me
fencing
too
in
thy
own
school
?
I'le
beat
thee
or
be
beaten
,
one
draws
short
breath
.
Wall.
I
feele
no
sicknesse
.
Y.
Sel.
Yet
th'art
neere
thy
death
.
Fight
.
Enter
2
Gallants
,
Coming
,
Mentith
.
Wallace
loses
his
weapon
.
1
Gal.
At
it
so
hotly
.
2
Gal.
Kill
him
,
'tis
faire
.
Y.
Sel.
Inglorious
conquest
,
for
King
Edwards
crown
,
I'de
trample
on
no
enemy
were
hee
down
.
There
—
if
th'art
well
,
part
.
Wal.
I'le
die
,
or
in
thy
heart
bloud
wash
this
infamy
.
Y.
Sel.
Mercy
on
my
soule
.
Dies
.
Com.
He's
slain
.
Men.
Away
.
Wal.
Shift
for
your selves
,
'twill
prove
a
stormy
day
.
Exeunt
.
A
cry
within
murder
,
murder
.
Enter
old
Selby
,
Thorn
,
Haslerig
,
Peggy
,
and
the
two
Gallants
.
Omn.
Search
,
call
for
Surgeons
,
follow
the
murderer
.
Peg.
Wa
is
me
,
ligs
my
luife
on
the
cawd
ground
,
Let
me
come
kisse
his
frosty
mouth
.
O.
Sel.
What
Scot
ist
?
Omn.
Oh
,
'tis
yong
Selby
!
O.
Sel.
Ha'my
sonne
,
who
slue
him
?
1
Gal.
That
fatall
hand
of
Wallace
.
O.
Sel.
Follow
the
villain
.
Peg.
Ize
jocund
and
weel
now
.
Has.
Lay
upon
her
fast
hold
.
Peg.
Hang
me
I
reck
not
.
Tho.
Away
with
her
to
prison
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
King
Edward
,
Elinor
,
Percy
,
Beaumont
,
Grimsby
,
Prince
,
Sebastian
,
Bruce
.
King
.
Not
all
the
bloud
and
treasure
we
have
spent
Like
zealous
prodigals
in
Palestine
,
Goes
half
so
neer
our
heart
,
as
that
proud
France
,
Knowing
our
merit
should
bar
us
of
our
due
.
Per.
France
dares
not
.
K.
Yet
he
does
.
Per.
'Twas
not
demanded
.
Gri.
How
,
not
demanded
?
thinks
the
bold
Lord
Percy
,
That
Grimsby
dares
not
(
lawfully
employ'd
)
demand
.
Per.
But
not
command
.
Grim.
Yes
command
,
Percy
.
Per.
Grimsby
,
thou
canst
do
well
in
Garison
.
Weare
shamoys
for
a
grace
,
project
for
bloud
,
Make
eight
dayes
to
one
week
,
turn
executioner
,
And
hangman
like
send
fifty
in
one
morning
,
To
feed
the
Crows
,
and
live
upon
dead
pay
.
Grim.
He's
a
man
worse
then
dead
that
—
Per.
Stop
thy
throat
or
—
Grim.
VVhat
?
Per.
Ile
cut
it
.
Grim.
Cut
throat
.
Per.
'Tis
a
trade
,
By
which
few
prosper
,
and
yet
thou
art
made
.
Grim.
A
man
as
good
as
—
Per.
A
hangman
.
Grim.
A
foule
blot
Lies
in
your
throat
.
Per.
Thy
foul-mouth
,
wash
it
Scot
.
Grim.
In
Percies
bloud
Il'e
wash't
.
K.
Grimsby
you
leane
To
hard
upon
our
sufferance
,
and
noble
Percy
.
Our
honor'd
second
in
all
inward
combats
,
Thou
hast
too
many
worthy
parts
of
man
,
To
throw
thy self
on
this
unequall
hazzard
,
Grimsby
thou
standst
so
much
degreed
below
him
,
Both
in
descent
and
eminent
qualitie
,
The
many
favours
we
have
grac'd
thee
with
,
Blush
to
have
been
conferr'd
upon
a
man
No
better
temper'd
.
Bruce
.
May
it
please
my
Soveraigne
Confirme
his
grant
touching
—
K.
The
Crown
of
Scotland
,
Save
other
time
,
Grimsby
th'ast
raised
A
storm
which
showers
of
bloud
can
hardly
lay
.
Grim.
Dread
Liege
,
If
all
the
youthfull
bloud
that
I
have
spent
,
And
wealthy
honors
that
my
sword
hath
wonne
Waving
the
Christian
Standard
in
the
face
Of
the
proud
Pagan
,
in
the
holy
Land
,
Merit
the
name
of
hangman
,
Grimsby
casts
Them
and
himselfe
at
royall
Edwards
feet
,
And
like
an
out
worn
souldier
,
humbly
begs
,
No
pension
(
but
look
Percy
)
nor
yet
office
But
leave
to
leave
the
Court
,
and
rich
in
stars
To
lose
more
bloud
,
or
win
more
worth
in
wars
.
K.
VVe
will
not
lose
thee
Grimsby
,
valiant
Percy
,
If
love
in
us
,
or
loyaltie
in
you
,
Have
any
power
.
Per.
My
Soveraignes
pleasure
sits
above
my
private
passions
.
K.
Then
joyn
hands
,
Our
subjects
both
the
native
of
two
Lands
.
Per.
Friends
Grimsby
.
Grim.
Friends
in
shew
,
But
in
my
brest
bloudy
revenge
lies
ambush't
.
Bruce
.
Gracious
Liege
.
K.
Th'art
no
Musician
,
Bruce
,
thou
keep'st
false
time
,
We
strike
a
bloudy
lachrymae
to
France
,
And
thou
keep'st
time
to
a
Scotch
ligge
to
armes
.
Elenor.
Edward
will
be
more
kind
to
Christians
.
K.
Let
Christians
be
more
honest
then
to
Edward
,
In
expedition
of
this
holy
warre
,
When
France
in
person
was
enjoyn'd
to
march
,
To
work
his
safetie
we
engag'd
our
own
,
Casheer'd
his
fainting
souldiers
,
and
on
promise
,
Of
so
much
gold
at
our
return
,
suppli'd
The
French
designes
our selfe
,
and
is
our
love
,
And
losse
of
bloud
,
halfe
which
at
least
had
drop'd
Out
of
French
bosomes
,
quittant
with
owe
none
,
Pillage
and
play
the
free-butter
for
more
,
The
news
.
Enter
Haslerig
.
Has.
Dread
Soveraigne
,
Scotland
is
infected
With
a
most
dangerous
surfet
,
it
breaks
out
In
strong
rebellion
.
Edw.
This
is
your
Kingdome
Bruce
.
Bru.
I
have
no
hand
in't
tho
.
K.
Shouldst
have
no
head
,
did
we
but
think
it
,
VVhose
the
chief
?
Has.
One
Wallace
,
a
fellow
meanly
bred
,
But
spirited
above
beleefe
.
K.
Some
needy
borderer
.
How
is
our
bosome
parted
,
is
their
power
Of
any
strength
?
Bruce
,
leavy
powers
for
France
;
If
we
but
thought
thee
touch'd
in't
,
warlike
Percy
,
Beaumont
and
Sebastian
fetch
him
in
Or
with
a
second
and
more
fatall
conquest
Ruine
that
stubborne
Nation
.
Ellin.
Gracious
Edward
,
Tho
war
ha's
made
them
subjects
,
heaven
defend
Subjects
should
make
'em
vassals
.
K.
We
conceit
you
,
If
any
officer
of
ours
transgresse
Our
will
,
or
go
beyond
his
bounds
prefix't
VVee'l
have
his
head
,
he
our
high
worth
depraves
,
That
our
free
subjects
seek
to
make
his
slaves
.
Has.
We
do
not
.
K.
See
we
finde
it
not
.
Ell.
Let
Ellianor
win
so
much
favour
as
to
march
along
Tho
conquer'd
,
'las
we
are
neighbours
of
one
clime
,
And
live
like
them
subject
to
change
and
time
.
Grim.
Royall
Edward
,
Though
Wallace
and
some
spleenfull
dissolutes
Wrong'd
with
the
yoke
of
bondage
cast
it
off
.
Let
not
the
whole
Land
suffer
.
K.
Nor
do
we
wish
it
Grimsby
,
should
the
fates
But
turn
the
wheele
we
might
with
them
change
states
,
Be
Scotlands
subjects
,
let
but
Rebellion
kneele
,
Wee'l
weare
soft
mercy
,
and
cast
off
rough
steele
.
Grim.
I'le
undertake
it
.
K.
Let
messengers
be
sent
,
To
question
the
proud
Rebell
,
and
if
Grimsby
Faile
in
his
plot
,
Northumberland
and
Clifford
Shall
second
him
in
armes
,
so
slight
a
fo
Must
not
detain
us
from
our
French
designes
,
Our
Queen
ha's
all
our
brest
,
and
tho
we
might
Iustly
perhaps
confine
your
liberty
,
Bruce
,
we
inlarge
it
,
giving
you
command
In
our
French
wars
,
observe
him
neerly
Lords
,
I
have
read
this
maxime
in
state
policie
.
Be
sure
to
weare
thy
danger
in
thy
eye
,
France
lights
a
Comet
,
Scotland
a
blazing
Star
,
Both
seeke
for
bloud
,
wee'le
quench
um
both
with
war
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
yong
Wallace
,
Coming
,
Mentith
.
Com.
Prethee
good
Wallace
.
Y.
Wal.
Ill
betides
his
soule
,
That
speaks
of
goodnesse
,
thinks
or
meditates
Of
any
goodnesse
more
then
how
to
free
Imprison'd
Peg
.
Men.
But
heare
me
.
Wal.
Laverek
Castle
weares
but
a
slender
bolt
of
brick
.
Com.
Turn'd
mad
!
Wal.
And
say
the
moat
be
fifty
fathomes
deep
,
Fiftie
times
fiftie
,
say
it
reach
through
to
hell
,
Wallace
will
swim't
.
Com.
Swim't
,
yes
so
wilt
thrust
an
oxe
into
an
Eg-shell
,
And
rost
it
by
Moon-shine
,
but
why
should
Wallace
?
Wal.
Why
should
proud
Selby
,
though
his
forward
son
Were
justly
slain
,
imprison
Peg
?
Poor
Lambe
she
is
no
murtherer
.
Com.
In
my
conscience
she
ne're
drew
weapon
In
anger
in
her
life
.
Men.
Not
at
sharp
I
think
,
but
by
your
leave
'tis
thought
,
She
ha's
practis'd
in
private
;
put
Wallace
to
foil
,
and
made
Him
lie
at
his
hanging
ward
many
a
time
and
oft
.
Enter
Old
Wallace
,
and
Graham
.
O.
Wal.
Wher's
my
sonne
?
Wal.
With
Peggie
,
father
,
manacles
of
griefe
,
Hang
heavy
on
my
sences
.
O.
Wal.
Shake
'em
off
.
Shew
thy self
worthy
him
that
thou
call'st
father
,
Or
Peggie
dies
.
Wal.
What
thunderclap
was
that
?
Able
to
waken
death
or
shake
the
shrowd
From
off
a
dead
mans
shoulders
,
Peggie
dies
,
Should
thunder
speak
it
,
Wallace
would
sweare
it
lies
,
Who
spake
that
,
fatall
Nuntio
?
O.
Wal.
His
breath
.
That
gave
thee
being
,
Haslerigs
return'd
.
Wal.
Whence
,
from
the
Devill
?
O.
W.
From
England
,
and
this
instant
But
thou
com'st
in
,
and
yeeld
thy self
,
her
life
Dissolves
to
aire
.
Wal.
The
charitable
Angels
waft
her
to
heaven
.
Gra.
Resolve
you
then
to
lose
her
?
Wal.
How
shall
we
save
her
,
singly
as
I
am
I
will
oppose
me
'gainst
the
town
of
Lavercke
,
Swim
the
vast
moat
,
and
with
my
trustie
sword
Hew
down
the
Castle-gates
,
dishinge
the
doores
,
File
off
her
irons
,
and
through
a
wall
of
steele
Attempt
her
rescue
.
O.
W.
'Tis
impossible
.
Wal.
Impossible
,
what's
the
news
from
Englands
?
O.
W.
Grimsby
the
fire-brand
of
his
Country
Comes
to
insnare
you
,
on
the
heele
of
him
Treads
a
huge
army
led
on
by
the
Queen
,
Percy
and
Clifford
.
Om.
Torture
and
death
itself
cannot
divide
us
.
Wal.
Sir
John
Graham
,
you
shall
be
the
engine
Our
policie
must
work
with
,
streight
give
out
That
hearing
of
the
English
expedition
,
Our
faction
is
dissolv'd
.
Gra.
Whats's
this
to
Peggies
rescue
?
Wal.
Much
,
this
rumour
Blown
through
the
Land
will
stay
the
English
forces
,
And
give
us
time
and
means
to
strengthen
ours
,
That
once
in
act
,
repair
to
Haslerig
,
Selby
and
Thorn
,
urge
Peggies
innocence
,
And
for
her
freedom
and
your
own
make
faith
,
To
yeeld
me
prisoner
,
'twill
be
no
doubt
excepted
,
Your self
once
pardon'd
,
and
your
daughter
free
.
Gra.
What
rests
for
Wallace
?
Wal.
Prosper'd
destinie
,
If
the
great
cause
we
undertake
be
good
,
'Twill
thrive
,
if
not
,
be't
washt
in
VVallace
bloud
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Haslerig
,
Thorne
,
Selby
,
Sir
Ieffrey
.
Has.
Is
it
by
generall
Proclamation
voic'd
That
but
proud
VVallace
yeild
,
Peg
Graham
dies
,
Sir
Ief.
The
Cryers
are
all
hoarse
with
balling
of
it
.
Has.
T'is
time
for
providence
to
stirre
the
King
,
(
I
know
not
upon
what
complaints
)
pretends
This
rank
Rebellion
rather
,
took
his
root
From
wrongs
in
us
,
then
treacheries
in
VVallace
.
And
sends
his
forces
rather
to
examine
And
question
our
demeanours
,
then
their
treasons
.
We
must
prevent
it
,
how
think
you
,
Sir
Jeffery
?
Sir
Jef.
Troth
even
as
you
think
,
policie
must
prevent
it
.
Enter
Messenger
.
Mes.
Sir
John
Graham
craves
conference
with
the
Cōmissioners
.
Has.
Admit
him
.
Enter
Sir
Iohn
Graham
.
A
man
,
me thinks
,
of
your
experience
,
Respect
and
education
should
not
linke
Your self
in
such
a
chain
of
counterfeits
.
Io.
Gra.
Nor
have
I
Lords
,
but
for
your
best
advantage
,
And
Englands
good
,
traitors
and
dottrels
,
Are
sold
for
all
alike
,
he
that
will
take
them
Must
seem
to
do
as
they
do
,
imitate
Their
vicious
actions
,
strive
to
take
upon
him
Their
idle
follies
,
joyn
companies
,
and
drive
Them
into
a
net
suspectlesse
.
Has.
So
did
not
Graham
.
Io.
Gra.
Speak
not
before
your
knowledge
,
you
detain
My
onely
daughter
prisoner
,
will
Selby
And
his
colleagues
free
her
and
pardon
me
,
If
I
dissolve
the
brood
of
traitors
And
give
up
Wallace
in
bands
?
Sel.
Let's
daughter
be
produc'd
.
Enter
Peggie
.
And
th'
execution
for
awhile
deferr'd
,
Though
in
her
cause
Selby
ha's
lost
a
sonne
And
with
him
all
content
,
so
deer
I
tender
The
peace
of
Scotland
and
my
Soveraignes
good
,
As
give
the
traitour
to
the
hand
of
Law
And
with
her
life
take
thine
.
Ieff.
Good
policie
.
Peg.
Aye
trowe
,
ye
mean
not
Wallas
his
devoire
,
And
dowty
valour
merits
mare
repute
nor
Sike
fawe
language
.
Gra.
A
fowle
traitour
,
I
have
converst
with
Wallace
,
thrown
my selfe
Into
his
bosome
,
mingled
thoughts
with
him
,
And
find
him
neither
worthy
of
thy
love
,
Nor
my
alliance
.
Peg.
Fay
,
sa
,
not
sea
,
my
bunny
Wallace
luifes
me
.
Gra.
Yes
as
a
Politician
does
a
knave
For
his
own
ends
,
hearing
thy
death
proclaim'd
,
But
he
come
in
,
I
told
him
on't
,
he
smiled
.
I
urg'd
thy
love
and
constancy
,
still
he
smil'd
,
And
to
confirm't
he
basely
ha's
cut
off
All
his
associates
,
and
given
up
himselfe
Wholly
to
me
.
Peg.
Hawd
therefor
cherritie
,
and
wad
yee
give
Him
to
his
faes
,
that
gave
His
blood
to
your
protect
?
Enter
Wallace
,
with
a
guard
bound
.
Gra.
I
will
and
have
,
For
thine
enlargement
and
my
own
I
have
,
No
more
,
here
comes
the
Rebell
.
Wal.
Traiterous
man
,
Is
this
thy
love
?
these
thy
deep
promises
?
Art
thou
their
Aspies
?
See
Selby
here's
the
hand
Cleft
thy
sonnes
heart
.
Sel.
For
which
base
villain
I'le
see
thee
hang'd
.
Wal.
Thou
knowest
not
thy
own
eyes
,
May
feed
the
Crows
assoon
as
mine
,
Toads
and
Snakes
May
dig
their
lodgings
in
thy
brest
,
And
Devils
make
faggots
of
thy
bones
first
,
But
my
sentence
.
Sel.
Here
,
Graham
,
for
thy
service
,
We
enlarge
thy
beauteous
daughter
.
Wall.
A
milde
exchange
,
Angels
approve
it
.
Has.
Next
,
thee
to
thy
Lands
and
Offices
we
restore
.
Peg.
And
what
for
Wallace
?
Sel.
Race
him
from
your
thoughts
.
Peg.
Rac'd
byn
his
name
furth
the
Whayte
buke
of
life
that
speaks
it
.
Sir
Jeff.
Hence
.
Peg.
Dear
Wallace
,
thoe
ane
shrude
Hawd
not
our
bands
,
wees
meet
in
yander
cloud
,
Whare
na
fell
Southern
nowther
can
extrude
,
Nor
bar
na
fra
celestiall
pulchritude
,
Aid
gange
thy
gate
,
till
heaven
,
and
as
we
flay
,
Like
turtle
Dowes
weese
bill
&
find
gude
play
.
Exit
Peg.
Wall.
Rare
resolution
,
what
weak
heart
would
faint
,
Having
so
constant
a
companion
?
Selby
my
soul's
bound
on
a
glorious
voyage
,
And
would
be
free'd
out
of
this
jayle
of
flesh
,
Then
hinder
not
my
voyage
.
Jef.
'Tis
not
policie
,
wee'l
rather
set
it
forwards
.
Has.
Raise
a
Gallowes
fifty
foot
high
,
ye
shall
not
go
by
water
,
wee'l
send
you
up
a
neerer
way
.
Wall.
All's
one
,
Axe
,
halter
,
famine
,
martyrdome
,
or
fire
,
All
are
but
severall
passages
to
heaven
,
Let
my
soule
go
the
furthest
way
about
,
Come
tir'd
with
tortures
,
shooting
out
my
heart
,
The
deepest
wounds
,
like
strong
Certificates
Find
kindest
welcome
.
Enter
Grimsby
.
Gri.
Stay
th'execution
,
and
having
read
this
Warrant
,
know
'Tis
the
Queens
pleasure
,
you
send
in
this
traitour
Vnder
my
conduct
to
the
English
Campe
:
Rebellion
of
this
nature
must
be
search'd
,
With
sharper
torture
.
Wall.
I
outdare
the
worst
,
He
is
no
man
that
is
afraid
of
death
,
And
Wallace
his
resolve
shall
out-live
breath
.
Gri.
'Tis
but
short-liv'd
else
,
first
see
him
bound
and
hud-winckt
,
Then
leave
him
to
my
care
.
Sel.
Bear
with
this
Rebell
,
my
love
.
Has.
My
service
.
Jef.
And
my
policie
to
the
good
Queen
and
Ladies
.
Grim.
Come
Wallace
,
now
your
pride
draws
neer
the
fall
.
Wal.
Why
Grimsby
,
if
I
fall
,
'Tis
but
to
gather
stronger
force
to
rise
,
For
as
a
ball's
thrown
down
to
raise
it
higher
,
So
death's
rebound
shall
make
my
soule
aspire
The
glorious
clouds
,
so
long
I
die
secure
.
Death
cannot
threat
more
then
I
dare
endure
.
Gri.
No
not
a
man
more
then
my
private
followers
,
The
Queen
enjoyns
it
.
Exeunt
Wa.
and
Gri.
Has.
Farwell
,
valiant
Grimsby
,
and
farwell
danger
.
Ief.
Policie
and
all
.
Sel.
The
traitors
fled
,
and
Wallace
thus
supprest
,
My
sons
blouds
paid
,
and
his
wrong'd
ghost
at
rest
.
Has.
And
the
whole
land
at
quiet
,
wher's
Sir
Iohn
Graham
?
Wee'l
joyn
him
partner
in
Commission
,
'Twill
be
a
means
to
make
our
party
strong
,
And
keep
down
mutinies
,
search
out
old
Wallace
,
And
hang
the
Carle
at
his
own
door
,
Sir
Ieffrey
,
Place
tables
in
the
streets
,
bonefires
,
and
bels
,
Since
without
cause
they
murmur
,
let
u'm
know
That
with
their
knees
wee'l
make
their
proud
harts
bow
.
Sir
Jeffrey
,
be
you
Master
of
the
Feast
,
You
keep
the
purse
,
if
money
fall
out
short
,
Send
out
for
more
,
you
have
commission
for't
.
Exeunt
.
Act.
II.
Enter
Grimsbie
,
two
or
three
followers
,
VVallace
bound
and
hoodwinkt
.
Gr.
VVHat
talk'st
of
Conscience
?
th'art
an
apparant
rebell
.
Wall.
How
can
he
be
a
rebell
was
nere
subject
?
What
right
has
Edward
to
the
Crowne
of
Scotland
(
The
sword
except
)
more
than
my selfe
,
or
Grymsbie
?
Gri.
What
greater
right
then
conquest
?
Wall.
Then
what
cause
,
Iuster
thou
mine
?
respected
Country
man
,
Thou
hast
beene
nobly
valued
,
and
held
ranke
With
best
deservers
,
look
upon
the
wounds
And
mortall
stabs
of
that
distressed
breast
That
gave
thee
suck
;
see
thy
poore
brethren
slaves
,
Thy
sisters
ravisht
,
and
all
out-rages
That
bloudy
Conquest
can
give
lycence
to
,
See
this
,
and
then
aske
Conscience
if
the
man
That
with
his
bloud
seeks
generall
reformation
Deserves
the
name
of
Traitour
,
Whither
do'st
leade
me
?
Gri.
To
Northumberland
And
Beaumont
.
Wa.
Butchers
do
your
worst
,
Torture
,
I
spit
defiance
in
thy
face
,
And
death
,
embrace
thee
with
as
kinde
a
narme
As
if
thou
wert
.
Enter
old
Wallace
,
Peggie
,
Graham
,
Frier
,
Coming
,
and
Mentith
.
O.
Wa.
Thy
Father
.
Peg.
And
thy
waife
.
Wall.
In
heaven
or
in
a
slumber
,
who
resolves
me
?
Speake
,
am
I
dead
,
or
living
?
or
asleep
?
Or
all
,
or
both
,
or
neither
?
tell
me
fate
.
Me thinks
I
see
my
Father
,
warlike
Graham
,
The
Fryer
,
what
Peggie
too
?
I
prethee
joye
Do
not
ore-flow
my
sences
,
deerest
friends
Pegg
,
Father
,
Coming
,
Mentith
,
Graham
,
see
I
am
new
moulded
,
and
here
stands
the
creature
That
by
a
warrant
granted
from
the
Queene
Form'd
me
from
out
a
second
Chaos
breath'd
New
life
,
new
motions
,
new
dimensions
,
To
tell
the
story
were
to
shame
the
world
,
And
make
all
mankinde
blush
.
Peg.
May
luive
.
Gra.
Fri.
Our
prayers
.
Cow.
And
all
our
friendship
like
a
coat
of
steele
Stand
betwixt
him
,
and
danger
.
Wa.
All
joyne
hands
,
Thus
like
a
mountaine
Cedar
Wallace
stands
Amongst
a
grove
of
friends
,
not
to
remove
For
Edwards
thunder
,
nor
the
frowne
of
Jove
,
I'le
hew
the
yoke
from
off
my
countries
necke
,
Or
never
house
,
this
religious
Fryer
Is
a
full
witnesse
to
the
sacred
bond
Twixt
heaven
and
me
,
which
on
my
part
I'le
keep
,
Or
pay
the
forfeit
with
my
bloud
.
Fri.
Heaven
shield
Many
a
tall
wood
oake
beene
fell'd
Ere
Wallace
stoope
,
heed
Gentrid
sawe
Theke
sword
shall
keep
in
mickle
aw
,
Fell
Sotherne
folk
,
many
a
crie
,
Fray
cradled
barns
,
e're
he
shall
flie
,
Nurses
sighes
,
and
mothers
tears
Shall
swell
the
clouds
,
till
thy
awne
bloud
,
Prove
false
thilk
Crag
sall
nere
lig
dead
.
Wal.
Shall
Wallace
live
till
his
owne
bloud
prove
false
,
Why
,
that
can
never
be
till
palsey
age
Hath
thrust
his
icy
fingers
through
my
veins
,
And
frozen
up
the
passages
of
bloud
.
Com.
The
town
of
Lavercke
,
peopled
only
with
English
pride
And
overjoyed
with
thy
surprizall
are
made
drunk
with
mirch
,
Bonefires
,
bels
,
banquets
,
and
the
devill
and
all
Invite
our
swords
to
their
sad
funerall
.
Wal.
Close
with
advantage
,
put
your selves
in
Armes
,
And
cease
their
forfeit
lives
,
this
holy
Frien
Shall
first
bestow
a
matrimoniall
band
Of
our
united
love
,
and
then
my
sword
Like
winged
lightning
shall
prepare
a
way
,
To
Lavercks
doom
.
Fri.
Nea
marry
,
stay
a
wheane
,
Dip
not
thy
winyard
in
the
weambe
Of
Lavercks
town
,
for
giffe
thou
gange
,
Thouse
weark
thy
lives
friend
mickle
wrang
,
Thouse
come
back
seafe
,
but
barne
I
feare
,
Ise
never
blinck
upon
thee
meare
,
Kneel
till
thy
Sier
his
benuson
crave
,
Next
duty
bin
till
dig
her
grave
,
Kisse
,
kisse
thy
Peg
,
for
well
a
neer
,
Thase
amerous
twins
sall
nere
kisse
mare
,
Till
in
deaths
armes
they
kisse
,
thilke
state
Stands
writ
in
heaven
and
seal'd
by
fate
.
Wal.
Then
fate
dissembles
with
mee
,
this
the
second
time
She
has
by
vision
summon'd
me
to
armes
,
Exeunt
.
Alarum
.
Enter
Haslerig
one
way
,
Selby
,
and
Sir
Ieffrey
with
Frier
,
Old
Wallace
and
Peggie
.
Has.
Whom
have
you
there
?
Sel.
Seeking
the
cave
for
shelter
,
See
whom
kind
fare
hath
given
us
.
Has.
Trecherous
Wallace
,
The
doting
wizzard
,
and
dissembling
woman
Chief
cause
of
this
Rebellion
,
now
revenge
,
Clothe
thee
in
crimson
,
and
prepare
to
feast
,
Wee'l
tune
such
dismall
musick
,
as
shall
dint
,
Smiles
in
thy
shallow
cheeks
.
Peg.
Alas
,
for
wae
,
What
gars
this
Iewde
?
what
ill
intend
ye
man
?
Has.
To
make
rebellion
fatherlesse
,
And
murder
a
madding
widdower
.
O.
Wal.
Oh
,
spare
mine
age
.
Peg.
Pitie
my
beauty
.
Fri.
My
religion
.
Sel.
Like
pity
,
as
thy
barbarous
sonne
bestow'd
On
my
boyes
life
,
ile
print
upon
thy
bosome
.
Has.
Like
pitie
as
thy
husband
pitilesse
,
Took
on
the
widdows
tears
,
and
Orphans
cryes
That
kist
his
,
and
hung
about
his
knees
At
Lavercks
massacre
,
Ile
shew
on
thee
.
Sel.
Thus
fell
my
sonne
,
And
thus
the
father
of
his
murtherer
fals
.
Has.
Thus
wither'd
the
pride
of
Laverck
,
And
thus
fades
the
flower
that
caus'd
their
ruine
.
Jef.
Thus
religious
cries
Exit
Haslerig
.
Were
stopt
with
steele
,
and
thus
religion
dies
.
O.
Wal.
Wallace
,
revenge
me
as
thou
art
my
sonne
.
Peg.
Revenge
thy
wait
,
Fri.
Revenge
Religion
.
A
Crie
within
,
Wallace
and
Conquest
.
Enter
Haslerigg
.
Has.
Thunderbolts
and
fire
rampier
your
throats
,
The
slaves
growne
infinite
,
And
moves
in
every
place
at
once
,
Shift
for
your selves
:
Proud
Wallace
recking
in
the
bloud
of
Lavercke
,
Like
a
fierce
tiger
nurst
in
humane
spoyle
,
Pursues
the
slaughter
,
the
barren
hills
lye
strewed
With
mangled
limbes
,
such
as
the
gentle
night
Rescue
from
death
,
fall
in
the
morning
flight
,
Then
flye
or
fall
for
company
,
Flie
from
a
rebell
,
but
fate
keep
true
course
,
Weele
ebbe
like
flouds
,
to
flow
with
stronger
force
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Wallace
all
bloudy
.
Wal.
Pursue
the
slaughter
,
whilst
I
,
salvation
shield
me
.
Fryer
Gertrid
answer
me
,
what
barbarous
hand
Has
cast
my
friend
into
this
cold
dead
sweat
,
Resolve
me
gentle
Father
,
fellon
death
,
Tha'st
acted
sacrilegious
burglary
,
and
told
my
father
.
O.
W.
Wallace
.
Wal.
No
excuse
.
Peg.
Ay
sea
husband
.
Wall.
Intreat
not
,
ye
are
guilty
both
.
And
parties
in
the
deerest
robbery
,
Then
though
my
wife
and
father
(
mercy
fate
,
)
Play
not
the
tyrant
with
me
,
do
not
try
My
sences
bore
their
weake
abilitie
,
Cease
to
afflict
me
,
or
I
shall
turne
Rebell
,
And
breathe
invectives
gainst
thy
power
.
Peg.
O
my
deare
Wallas
for
the
luive
waife
,
For
siuve
of
awe
sawles
,
and
thy
daying
waife
,
Lift
to
my
latter
accens
,
and
attend
Of
all
thy
joyes
the
derne
and
dismawe
end
.
Wall.
Torture
above
indurance
,
King
of
dreames
dissolve
my
vision
.
Peg.
Wallace
is
awake
.
Wall.
O
if
I
be
,
let
my
soule
never
sleepe
,
In
the
blest
bosome
of
my
Ancestors
,
Till
I
have
drawne
a
sea
of
purple
teares
From
forth
the
bosomes
of
the
murderers
,
Deere
Peggie
,
father
,
Gertrid
,
which
way
,
where
How
,
when
,
what
meanes
,
what
cause
shall
I
devise
To
finde
it
out
,
and
venge
your
tragedies
?
Peg.
I'le
teach
ye
how
,
Selby
and
Haslerigg
byn
the
fell
blood-hounds
Whae
have
hunted
laife
untill
thicke
toyles
of
death
,
Wa.
Are
they
turn'd
hangmen
?
Peg.
Religious
cryes
,
beauteous
entreats
,
and
reverend
well-awayes
Could
not
winne
grace
or
favour
,
Wallas
revenge
my
death
,
And
for
a
favour
keep
my
hindmost
breath
.
Dies
.
Wall.
And
house
it
here
.
Enter
Grimsby
,
Coming
,
Mentith
,
and
Graham
.
Gri.
Where's
VVallas
?
never
eye
Saw
such
a
ruthlesse
massacre
.
VVal.
Yes
Grimsby
,
VVallace
can
shewe
a
massacre
will
proove
Thine
but
a
may-game
.
Gri.
Terrible
and
strange
!
VVall.
Dost
start
at
this
?
then
see
a
spectacle
Of
force
to
stay
the
motion
of
the
spheares
,
Or
strike
the
Sun
dead
in
the
browe
of
heaven
,
Looke
,
and
like
men
short
from
the
browe
of
thunder
,
Fall
seneeles
,
death
wounds
not
so
deepe
as
wonder
.
Gra.
Whose
bloody
act
was
this
?
VVal.
The
bloody
acts
Contriv'd
and
plotted
by
experienc'd
villaines
.
Gri.
Who
were
the
authors
?
VVal.
Iudge
,
they
all
spake
English
,
Death
best
becomes
that
Dialect
,
The
first
was
bloody
Hasleriggs
,
the
second
More
villaine-like
was
Selbyes
,
but
the
third
All
had
a
hand
in
.
Trumpet
.
Enter
Messenger
.
Mess.
English
Embassadours
.
Exit
Mess.
Wa.
They
are
welcome
,
let
not
one
sullen
browe
Be
seene
in
all
this
fiery
firmament
.
Enter
Mountford
,
Glascot
,
and
Sebastian
.
VVal.
Welcome
,
your
businesse
?
Seb.
Farre
more
like
a
Prince
,
Then
a
base
rebell
looks
the
Northerne
traytor
.
Mount.
Thus
to
a
rebell
from
a
royall
King
,
If
VVallace
will
confesse
himselfe
a
traytor
,
And
for
his
bloody
outrages
and
thefts
,
Crave
mercy
,
and
submit
himselfe
to
Edward
,
There's
hope
of
life
.
VVal.
Still
charitable
English
.
Seb.
Tis
not
he
sure
,
This
looks
not
like
a
man
shold
shake
a
kingdome
.
Mount.
This
it
he
shall
denie
,
Rape
,
murther
,
ruine
,
all
the
sonnes
of
warre
Stands
striving
for
the
prey
,
and
once
let
loose
,
Shall
not
be
checkt
,
nor
taken
up
,
till
rage
Be
tyr'd
with
murther
,
and
thy selfe
in
chaynes
Hang'd
like
a
villaine
.
Wal.
This
is
all
perfit
English
,
have
ye
yet
spoke
?
Moun.
We
have
.
Wa.
Then
we
begin
,
And
to
a
tyrant
thus
sayes
a
loyall
subject
,
If
Edward
will
confesse
himselfe
a
tyrant
,
And
kingly
fellon
,
and
make
good
such
theft
As
he
and
his
have
practis'd
,
sue
his
peace
By
yeelding
up
his
and
himselfe
to
VVallace
,
There's
hope
of
life
,
this
if
he
shall
deny
Rape
,
murther
,
ruine
,
all
the
brood
of
warre
Shalbe
let
flie
,
and
never
be
lur'd
of
Till
they
be
gorg'd
,
and
bated
with
the
heart
Of
the
proud
King
himselfe
.
Seb.
Now
speakes
a
man
Would
thrust
Iove
from
Olympus
.
Glas.
Calme
your
spleene
,
For
now
speaks
mercy
,
if
your
Countryes
wrongs
Grow
from
abuse
in
Edwards
substitutes
,
You
shall
have
equall
hearing
,
and
the
wrongs
Punish't
in
the
deservers
.
VVa.
This
should
not
be
English
,
Or
if
it
be
King
Edward
is
no
tyrant
.
Glas.
What
answers
VValace
?
VVa.
First
pray
pardon
me
,
If
like
the
working
of
a
troubled
sea
My
bosome
rose
in
billows
,
for
though
the
windes
That
rais'd
the
storme
be
downe
,
yet
the
deare
ruines
Lye
still
in
view
,
a
father
,
and
a
wife
,
Age
,
beauty
,
and
religion
,
for
thee
Thousands
shall
weep
,
as
many
wives
Shed
purple
teares
for
thee
,
as
many
Church-men
Offer
their
reeking
soules
in
sacrifice
,
Court
,
City
,
Church
,
the
Chamber
of
your
King
,
The
Chaire
of
State
shall
be
no
priviledge
.
Seb.
This
was
not
Edwards
act
.
VVa.
Yet
such
as
Edward
Plac'd
in
commission
,
oh
t'was
a
churlish
storme
,
And
wretched
I
like
a
forlorne
surviver
Left
to
interre
their
deare
remembrances
.
Seb.
Good
gentleman
.
VVa.
But
bid
relentlesse
Edward
Send
in
the
pyrats
Haslerigg
and
Selbye
,
And
in
their
hands
letters
of
Murt
subscribed
,
To
make
me
Master
of
my
owne
revenge
,
Or
like
a
Ball
wrapt
in
a
cloud
of
fire
,
Ruine
shall
fall
upon
his
palace
top
,
Pierce
through
the
roofe
,
and
in
his
chayre
of
State
Sollicit
Iustice
.
Mo.
Into
his
Princely
eares
I'le
give
your
wrongs
.
Gri.
Will
VValace
here
advise
?
VVa.
Yes
.
Gri.
Then
be
rul'd
by
Grymsby
.
VVhispers
.
VVal.
Thanks
for
thy
kindnesse
.
Lords
Embassadors
,
Such
we
esteeme
you
,
may
we
crave
perusall
Of
your
commission
?
Moun.
VVallace
shall
command
it
.
Wa.
Mountfort
and
Glascott
,
what
third
fellow's
that
?
Mou.
One
of
our
followers
.
VVal.
Good
,
his
name
is
not
inserted
,
One
call
out
a
headsman
.
Seb.
Ambitious
rebell
,
know
I
am
a
Prince
,
And
nephew
to
the
Queene
.
VVal.
Wer't
thou
the
King
,
Having
no
portion
in
the
Embassie
,
I'de
ha'
thy
head
,
goe
on
,
and
strike
it
of
,
A
second
cut
his
tongue
out
,
and
a
third
Thrust
out
their
eyes
,
and
put
their
followers
to
the
sword
.
Omu.
VVallace
wilbe
more
milde
.
Exeunt
.
VVa.
VVallace
wilbe
more
just
Then
see
the
Law
of
Armes
disgrac'd
Sound
Drums
and
drown
their
cries
.
Revenge
beats
at
heavens
gates
for
tyrannies
.
Enter
Agen
.
So
now
our
tragick
Muse
jets
on
the
stage
,
You
that
for
seeing
basenesse
want
your
sight
,
Beare
with
this
present
our
indeer'd
,
commends
Back
to
the
Queen
,
and
say
so
much
we
tender
Her
sacred
honour
,
weed
not
see
it
wrong'd
Even
in
her
Nephew
,
you
that
for
sparing
speech
In
honours
cause
are
justly
mute
,
conduct
This
eyelesse
messenger
,
abuse
not
our
intent
In
the
delivery
,
make
speedy
haste
,
Lest
we
be
there
before
you
,
share
in
like
wrong
,
Lend
him
your
eyes
,
and
borrow
you
his
tongue
,
If
any
question
you
about
your
harms
,
Say
Wallace
did
it
in
the
right
of
Armes
.
Exeunt
English
.
Gri.
This
will
affright
the
English
.
Wall.
Honor'd
Grimsby
,
This
and
ten
thousand
,
thousand
more
extremes
Cannot
appease
my
anger
,
you
that
love
me
See
those
I
lov'd
inhum'd
,
my selfe
disguis'd
,
Will
be
their
Convoy
to
the
English
Campe
,
And
see
their
usage
.
Gri.
'Twill
be
an
act
of
danger
.
Wal.
The
fitter
him
that
undertakes
it
,
Wallace
Would
hold
himself
not
worthy
of
his
fate
Should
he
bawke
danger
,
disswade
not
,
I
will
on
Were
certain
death
against
my
bosome
bent
,
There's
gain
in
bloud
it's
honorably
spent
.
Exit
.
Gri.
And
such
I
feare
will
thine
be
,
honour'd
friends
See
those
remayns
of
honorable
love
Cradled
in
earth
,
that
once
perform'd
take
Armes
To
venge
their
deaths
,
Mentith
,
I
attend
The
comming
of
some
speciall
friends
by
oath
,
Bound
to
assist
us
,
hark
how
their
friendly
drums
Chide
them
for
loytring
.
Enter
Douglas
,
Mackbeth
,
and
VVintersdale
.
Honor'd
Douglas
,
welcome
,
Welcome
Mackbeth
,
and
doughty
Wintersdale
,
Not
,
unto
men
more
,
driven
in
needfull
want
,
Could
you
have
brought
supply
.
Doug.
The
better
welcome
,
Gold
to
rich
men
,
and
treasure
to
the
wealthy
,
Are
known
companions
,
wher's
our
Generall
,
The
hopefull
VVallace
?
Gri.
Gone
in
quest
of
death
,
Firme
as
his
fate
,
cause
he
sees
danger
shuns
him
,
He's
gone
to
seek
it
in
the
English
tents
.
Mack
.
So
Hercules
sought
honour
out
in
Hell
.
He
not
deserves
,
the
name
of
Generall
,
Dares
not
face
danger
,
and
out-do
the
Devill
.
Gri.
And
such
a
man
is
VVallace
,
yet
least
worth
Bears
him
beyond
his
strength
,
bring
up
your
powers
For
present
charge
,
his
thoughts
are
tragicall
,
And
full
of
bloud
,
active
,
and
violent
all
.
Doug
You
that
best
know
'em
,
feed
'em
,
all
that's
ours
,
For
Scotlands
good
call
VVallaces
and
yours
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Wallace
,
like
a
halting
Souldier
on
wooden
stumps
,
with
Mountford
dumbe
,
and
Glascot
blinde
.
Wal.
Whare
man
?
till
the
English
Campe
senu
you
,
gad
sides
you
gang
as
I
ha'
seene
mony
a
your
Contrymen
like
ranck
riders
amble
up
westward
,
you
gang
the
wrang
wey
man
,
you
sall
luse
and
ye
play
at
shoolagroate
,
ha'
ye
na
linckers
?
Glas.
Ahlas
I
want
my
eyes
,
but
have
a
tongue
,
He
sees
,
but
cannot
speake
.
Wa.
Blyncke
at
smaw
faults
then
,
make
me
the
thirdman
,
and
here's
a
bunny
noyse
of
Fidlers
to
gang
fra
winehouse
to
winehouse
,
a
blind
harper
,
a
mute
Cornet
,
and
an
old
Scotch
bagpipe
worne
toth'
stumps
.
Glas.
Are
you
a
Scotch
man
Sir
?
Wa.
Ye
marry
am
I
,
boddy
and
sawle
a
true
Scotchman
borne
,
but
a
true
liegeman
,
hang
him
that
does
not
luife
your
King
,
and
your
Countryman
,
what
gude
victales
is
that
which
thilke
bonny
man
that
haz
glazen
windows
to
his
lindging
has
tyed
up
in
his
wallet
there
?
Glas.
Tis
the
head
of
a
young
murderd
gentleman
.
VVa.
What
senn
you
man
!
a
mans
scalpe
,
I
doubt
ye
be
three
fawse
knaves
liggand
yare
heads
together
about
na
gudenes
,
a
traytors
head
ist
not
?
Gla.
No
,
but
we
ha'
met
with
villaynes
worse
then
traytors
.
VValace
your
countryman
,
that
bloody
hangman
Mangled
us
all
three
thus
.
VVa.
VValas
my
Countryman
,
ay
say
upon
him
,
Fawe
lymmerlike
wad
I
had
his
head
here
too
,
I
zed
beare
it
by
my
sawle
toth'
English
Campe
Or
neere
gang
farder
.
Gla.
Twold
be
a
glorious
fight
there
.
VVa.
And
you
could
see
it
ye
sulled
sea
so
man
,
VVallace
Cut
of
my
shancks
too
,
cause
I
ran
away
from
him
To
serve
your
gude
Prince
,
harke
man
,
I
weare
Na
shooen
but
wodden
clampers
.
Gla.
Of
charity
leade
us
to
th'
English
Campe
,
Ye
shall
besides
thanks
be
most
royally
payd
.
Wal.
Gang
alang
man
tis
hard
by
now
,
a
mans
head
I
deempt
the
pure
man
had
gangand
lang
to
lawe
And
sae
was
thrust
out
of
dores
by
head
and
shoulders
.
Glas.
No
lawe
was
ere
so
cruell
as
Wallas
is
.
Wa.
Ne
marry
?
na
law
sa
cruell
,
fay
man
fay
,
I
luick'd
upon
a
man
a
lawe
not
lang
since
that
sent
an
awde
man
and
his
wife
,
and
many
barnes
a begging
,
he
had
better
a
slizand
theire
weazond
pipes
,
and
cut
theire
heads
off
,
but
whay
was
a
sa
bludy
mynded
thinke
ye
?
Gla.
I
cannot
judge
.
Wa.
Marry
man
,
to
get
possession
of
the
pure
mans
house
,
but
there
was
a
cat
ganged
beyond
the
man
a
lawe
.
Gla.
A
cat
goe
beyond
a
lawyer
?
how
?
Wa.
I'le
tell
you
how
,
the
man
a
lawe
being
got
in
,
the
Cat
outreach'd
him
,
and
leaped
to
th'
top
oth
lindging
,
and
standand
on
the
tyles
,
the
man
a
lawe
scoarning
any
ane
to
be
abuife
him
,
offer
to
fling
and
ding
and
downe
the
poore
puscatt
,
but
she
meawed
at
him
,
and
cryed
hawd
thou
foule
lowne
hawd
,
as
thou
thrusts
out
this
poore
man
and
his
barnes
,
sa
there
is
ane
abuife
sall
thrust
out
thee
,
stay
blind
man
,
here
comes
souldiers
.
Enter
Bolt
with
three
or
foure
tattar'd
Souldiers
.
Omn.
Stand
que
voula
,
spyes
about
our
trenches
?
Bolt
.
And
see
they
have
knock'd
some
man
downe
sirra
,
You
that
carry
two
faces
under
a
hood
,
What
are
you
?
1
So.
He
must
be
prest
,
he
will
not
speake
.
Bol.
What
art
thou
I
charge
thee
?
hast
thou
neere
a
tongue
In
thy
head
?
give
the
word
.
Gla,
He
has
no
tounge
indeed
sir
.
Bol.
Two
heads
and
neere
a
tongue
,
what
are
you
?
That
like
a
blind
asse
stand
still
,
and
cannot
tell
us
so
.
Gla.
I'me
blind
indeed
,
Conduct
us
to
the
Lords
i'th'
English
Campe
.
2
So.
How
Lords
,
are
you
Ladyes
that
you
long
for
Lords
?
Bol.
Do
you
take
us
for
gulls
to
goe
tell
the
Lords
here's
a
dumbe
man
would
speake
with'em
,
what
are
you
sirra
?
come
halt
not
,
lets
not
find
you
in
two
tales
y'are
best
.
Wa.
Ize
a
Scotch
man
sir
,
ye
shall
neere
find
me
in
twa
tales
.
Bo.
A
Scotch
man
sir
,
do
you
know
where
you
are
sir
?
Your
blew
bonnet
on
before
an
English
scull
,
Where's
your
leg
sir
,
when
an
Officer
speaks
to
you
?
Wa.
My
leg
sir
is
not
in
my
galligaskin
and
flop
as
yours
is
,
I'ze
a
pure
Scotch
souldier
out
at
heeles
,
and
am
glad
to
bestirr
my
stumps
,
guide
these
gude
men
y'are
wranged
Countrymen
,
wha
that
fawse
traytor
Wallace
has
misusand
in
sike
wise
.
Om.
Wallas
,
oh
slave
!
Bolt
.
I
shall
live
(
fellows
in
armes
out
at
Elbows
)
To
give
fire
to
my
peece
with
a
burnt
ynch
of
match
Made
of
that
rascals
fat
of
mawegut
.
Wa.
By
my
sawle
sir
wad
I
might
come
To'th
making
of
sike
a
match
.
Bol.
Here's
my
hand
,
because
thou
sayest
so
,
Thou
shalt
be
by
when
I
make
him
give
fire
to
my
touch-hole
.
Enter
Queene
Elenor
,
Clifford
,
Percy
,
Beaumont
,
and
others
.
Omn.
The
Lords
are
going
to
view
the
trenches
.
Bol.
Every
man
to
his
parrapet
,
To
your
trenches
you
tatterd
roagues
!
Cli.
Its
well
done
fellowes
.
Bol.
Cry
your
Lordship
mercy
,
This
blind
buzzard
here
cannot
see
,
Whither
will
you
march
headlong
my
friend
?
Per.
What
men
are
these
?
Bol.
I
leave
them
to
your
Honors
sifting
,
I
have
fortifications
to
look
too
.
Cliff.
There's
drinking
money
,
hence
to
your
works
.
Bol.
Blesse
your
honours
.
Exeunt
Bolt
.
and
Sould.
Percy
.
What
men
are
these
,
I
aske
,
will
no
man
speak
?
Gla.
Heare
and
in
hearing
wish
the
sound
unheard
,
Youthfull
Sebastian
nephew
to
the
Queene
Longing
to
see
the
man
fam'd
for
th'
excesse
Or
goodnes
and
of
badnes
,
seeing
unjoyned
In
honored
Embassie
disguis'd
attempted
The
rebell
Wallaces
presence
.
Omn.
Glascot
and
Mountford
.
Clif.
Who
did
this
damned
villany
?
Gla.
Our
message
told
,
The
traytor
newly
set
on
fire
with
madnes
,
Showing
the
mangled
bodies
of
a
Fryer
,
His
wife
and
father
,
burst
out
into
flames
Hye
hot
and
violent
,
In
which
fierce
rage
Revolted
Grimsby
knew
Sebastian
(
Tho
Herald
like
he
went
disguis'd
)
and
seazed
Him
and
us
for
three
intelligencing
spies
,
Cut
off
his
head
,
his
tongue
,
and
Glascots
eyes
.
Per.
Hang
up
this
,
provide
for
these
,
trufle
him
up
.
Wa.
What
sen
ye
man
?
Exeunt
Moun.
and
Glas.
Per.
What
slave
,
what
Turke
that
murders
his
owne
brethren
Durst
play
the
tyrant
thus
?
hang
all
the
Nation
Whom
we
have
tane
to
mercy
,
I'le
not
spare
Fathers
,
nor
mothers
,
nor
their
bawling
barnes
,
fire
their
houses
,
hang
up
this
tike
first
.
Wal.
Ah
bonny
men
,
I
met
um
playe
and
at
bo-peep
,
&
gangand
out
a
their
way
,
and
sall
I
be
hanged
for
my
good
deeds
of
charrity
,
I'ze
a
poor
Scutch
souldier
,
and
am
ron
away
from
that
Rebell
Wallas
,
to
feight
and
for
your
gude
Prince
,
ah
he's
a
gude
King
,
and
y'are
all
bonny
men
,
I'ze
follow
ye
all
to
the
death
,
and
to
the
Devill
,
and
ony
man
dare
gang
so
far
for
all
my
clutches
,
giffe
I
clutch
Wallace
,
he's
neer
carry
it
till
hell
nor
heaven
.
Per.
If
he
do
,
may
Percies
name
be
crost
Out
of
the
roll
of
men
.
Clif.
So
much
swears
Clifford
.
Per.
Sneak
not
away
sirra
,
y'are
not
gone
yet
.
VVal.
I
ken
it
vary
weel
.
I'ze
not
gangan
to
hanging
yet
.
Clif.
Yet
though
a
traitour
,
thus
much
let
me
speak
For
absent
VVallace
,
were
the
case
your
own
,
Or
one
that's
baser
having
any
spirit
,
A
murder'd
father
and
a
bleeding
wife
,
Mangled
before
him
,
would
strike
fire
in
snow
,
Make
loyalty
turn
traitor
,
and
obedience
Forget
all
duty
.
El.
But
our
Nephews
death
And
the
disgrace
done
our
Embassadours
.
Clif.
They
then
put
off
their
title
,
and
put
on
The
name
of
spies
,
when
in
their
companies
,
They
take
disguis'd
observers
.
VVal.
By
my
sawle
the
English
are
gallant
men
.
Per.
No
snare
to
intrap
this
Wolfe
?
Clif.
How
Northumberland
,
intrap
a
fo
?
Sure
'tis
no
English
word
,
Clifford
at
least
was
ne're
acquainted
with't
.
Give
him
fair
summons
,
dare
him
to
the
field
,
And
trap
him
then
.
VVal.
Ah
bony
man
!
Per.
His
being
a
traitour
warrants
it
,
dispatch
A
second
message
with
acknowledgment
Of
former
wrongs
to
our
Embassadours
,
With
promise
of
a
friendly
enterview
Early
to morrow
,
impartially
to
heare
Their
wrongs
,
and
mildely
minister
redresse
.
Clif.
Insnare
him
so
and
spare
not
,
for
you'le
finde
I
feare
,
That
Selby
,
Haslerig
,
and
the
rest
Lay
yokes
too
heavy
on
the
Nations
neck
.
El.
If
they
do
punish
'em
.
Clif.
Punish
'em
,
sdeath
hang
'em
.
Per.
Shall
we
agree
to
have
such
message
sent
To
allure
this
bloudy
Tygre
into
th'
net
And
waking
then
or
sleeping
kill
him
.
Clif.
No
.
Per.
All
stratagems
are
lawfull
'gainst
a
fo
.
Clif.
Do
what
you
will
,
but
my
consent
is
no
.
Beau.
I'le
venture
to
the
Rebell
.
Per.
Do
good
Beaumont
,
Scotchman
dar'st
thou
conduct
him
as
his
guide
?
Clif.
But
return
sirra
,
or
the
next
time
we
take
yee
Y'are
Crag
shall
pay
for't
.
Wal.
I'ze
not
run
away
fra
yee
,
giffe
I
do
hang
mee
and
drae
mee
,
cum
bully
Joe
,
I
dare
not
gang
to
the
Scottis
Campe
,
th'yle
sa
slay
upon
me
,
Ise
near
cum
back
agen
,
but
Ize
bring
you
where
yee
shall
see
that
Lowne
VVallace
.
Beau.
That's
all
I
wish
;
lead
on
.
Wal.
Marry
sall
I
,
luke
to
your selfe
,
Ise
thrust
you
into
the
Dewles
chops
.
Exeunt
Beaum.
and
VVal.
Beau.
For
getting
out
let
me
scuffle
.
El.
Consult
for
present
execution
.
Cliff.
What
is
,
what
should
,
what
can
this
Wallace
be
?
Whom
fame
limbs
out
for
such
a
gallant
peece
,
And
is
so
curious
in
her
workmanship
,
No
part
deforms
him
,
Yet
Wallace
is
a
Rebell
,
his
chief
scandall
Is
poverty
of
Gentry
,
by
my
sword
Wert
no
impeach
to
my
deare
Ancestors
,
I
well
could
spare
him
some
of
my
unus'd
titles
,
Or
would
at
martiall
gaming
so
I
might
lose
And
Wallace
winne
so
much
of
Cliffords
honour
,
Our
stocks
might
be
alike
,
but
I
exceed
,
This
night
he
is
betray'd
,
he
shall
not
,
I'le
turn
traitor
first
he
shall
not
,
Call
Beaumont
back
,
or
else
by
Cliffords
honor
,
An
oath
which
I
esteem
above
my
life
,
I
will
turn
traitor
,
and
reveale
your
plots
,
Call
him
back
.
Per.
Is
Clifford
mad
?
Clif.
No
Percie's
lunatick
,
suppose
he
be
a
traitor
And
discipline
of
the
field
allow
the
act
,
What
honour
is
it
for
a
herd
of
yours
To
worry
a
sleeping
Beare
?
goe
call
him
back
.
Enter
Beaumont
with
a
wooden
stump
.
Per.
See
he
comes
uncall'd
.
Clif.
The
news
.
Bea.
News
call
you
it
,
let
no
Scot
come
neer
your
tents
,
Wallace
sends
you
this
token
.
Clif.
Ha
,
how
,
Wallace
.
Per.
Was
that
the
traitor
?
Clif.
By
Mars
his
helme
,
a
compleat
Warrior
,
I
so
love
his
worth
,
I'le
court
it
with
my
sword
.
Bea.
Had
you
but
stood
in
distance
of
his
thunder
,
For
,
we
parted
just
where
our
trenches
ended
,
You'de
ha'
sworn
the
God
of
VVar
had
spoke
,
Quoth
he
,
tell
Percy
,
he
shall
not
need
.
To
hunt
me
in
my
tent
,
I'le
rouze
him
in's
own
,
And
bids
me
give
you
this
wooden
stumpe
,
And
sweares
to
make
you
weare
it
,
If
you
dare
stand
him
in
the
field
.
Per.
Base
Rebell
,
why
durst
he
not
stand
here
?
Clif.
None
pray'd
him
stay
,
Twas
manners
being
not
welcom'd
to
get
away
.
Beau.
He
sends
,
commends
to
Clifford
,
with
this
wish
,
That
if
at
this
great
match
of
life
,
and
death
,
He
chance
to
lose
the
smallest
part
of
honour
His
sword
may
joyn't
,
he
knows
best
how
to
use
it
.
At
my
return
from
France
,
quoth
he
,
this
vow
Which
I
have
promis'd
shall
be
surely
payed
,
Our
Country
overtopt
with
tyranny
,
Makes
us
flie
thither
for
succour
,
Aeolus
,
Let
favourable
winds
and
tydes
assist
me
,
That
spoak
,
revolted
Grimsby
and
his
powers
Met
him
in
Armes
,
what
further
he
intends
,
Harke
their
Drum
tels
,
here
my
Commission
ends
.
Clif.
Lets
send
him
commendations
too
,
beat
ours
.
Exeunt
.
Act.
III
.
Enter
Sir
Ieffrey
and
Bolt
with
a
Trunke
.
Ief.
Set
downe
Bolt
,
I
can
beare
with
thee
no
longer
.
Bolt
.
No
more
can
I
beare
any
longer
with
you
,
Sir
Ieffry
,
but
what
a
reeling
drunken
sot
is
this
sea
,
that
casts
up
such
gobbets
as
this
,
is
this
a
windfall
or
no
now
sir
Ieffery
?
your
Worship
knows
both
the
tags
and
points
of
the
law
.
Ief.
Yes
sure
it
is
a
windfall
,
for
as
we
walk'd
upon
the
shore
,
we
saw
the
ship
split
,
this
fell
out
,
the
winds
were
the
cause
,
therefore
it
must
needs
be
a
windfall
.
Bol.
Well
some body
ha's
had
but
a
bad
fish-dinner
to day
.
Jef.
The
Seas
have
crost
them
that
sought
to
crosse
the
Seas
,
and
therefore
for
my
part
I'le
never
meddle
with
these
water-works
.
Bolt
.
Nor
I
,
lets
be
more
wise
then
a
number
of
gallants
,
and
keep
the
land
that's
left
us
,
did
you
ever
see
such
gambols
as
the
waves
made
sir
Ieffery
?
Ieff.
Never
since
I
wore
the
nightcap
of
Iustice
,
and
that
this
her
dudgeon
dagger
was
a
my
side
.
Bol.
Did
you
note
what
puffing
the
winds
made
till
they
got
great
bellies
,
and
then
how
sorely
the
ship
fell
in
labour
.
Ieff.
Didst
heare
what
a
dolefull
cry
they
made
,
When
their
maine
yard
was
split
?
Bolt
.
Alas
sir
,
would
it
not
make
any
man
roare
that
had
but
an
inch
of
feeling
or
compassion
in
his
belly
to
have
his
mayne
yard
split
,
and
how
the
marriners
hung
by
the
ropes
like
Saint
Thomas
Onyons
.
Ieff.
I
saw
it
Bolt
with
salt
eyes
.
Bolt
.
So
that
you
may
see
at
sea
however
the
winde
blowes
,
if
a
man
be
well
hung
,
hees
cocke
sure
.
Ieff.
But
Bolt
what
dost
thou
thinke
this
to
be
?
Bol.
A
matter
of
some
weight
as
I
take
it
.
Ieff.
I
hope
'tis
gold
'tis
so
heavy
,
and
'twas
going
out
of
the
Land
.
Bol.
Like
enough
,
for
gold
goes
now
very
heavily
from
us
,
and
silver
too
,
both
red
chincks
,
and
white
chincks
flie
away
,
but
sir
Ieffery
,
if
this
be
gold
,
how
rich
is
the
sea
,
thinke
ye
,
that
has
innumerable
such
sands
?
Ief.
More
rich
then
the
land
,
and
more
fat
.
Bo.
So
it
had
need
,
for
the
land
looks
with
a
leane
payre
of
cheeks
,
yet
it
has
an
excellent
stomach
,
it
digests
any
thing
.
Ieff.
Then
tis
like
the
sea
,
for
all's
fish
that
comes
to
net
there
.
Bol.
I'le
tell
you
the
mystery
of
that
,
looke
what
mouthes
gape
at
land
,
the
selfe
same
gape
at
sea
,
all
the
land
is
one
kingdome
,
and
all
the
sea
another
.
Ief.
And
people
in't
.
Bo.
And
people
in't
(
right
worshipful
)
but
they
all
go
Westhod
,
as
there
are
good
and
bad
here
,
so
there
are
good
and
bad
there
,
gulls
here
,
gulls
there
,
as
great
men
here
eate
up
the
little
men
:
so
Whales
feed
upon
the
lesser
fishes
.
Ie.
Belike
then
the
watry
common
wealth
are
ill
govern'd
.
Bo.
No
bravely
,
for
heroicall
Hector
Herring
is
King
of
fishes
.
Ie.
So
.
Bo.
Rich
cobs
his
good
subjects
,
who
at
Yarmouth
lay
downe
their
lives
in
his
quarrell
,
sword-fish
and
Pike
are
his
guard
.
Ie.
On
.
Bo.
Fresh
Cods
the
gallants
,
and
sweet
slipper
the
Knights
,
whiting-mopps
the
Ladies
,
and
Lillie-white-mussels
the
wayting-gentlewomen
.
Ie.
Dangerous
meat
to
take
too
much
of
.
Bol.
But
who
the
pages
?
Ie.
Shrimps
.
Bo.
No
,
no
sir
,
perriwinckles
are
the
pages
,
perriwinckles
.
Ie.
No
Iustices
among
them
?
Bo.
Yes
sir
Ieffery
,
Thornebacks
are
the
Iustices
,
Crabs
the
Constables
,
whom
if
you
butter
with
good
words
,
'tis
passing
meat
at
midnight
.
Ie.
Ah
,
ha
.
Bo.
Dogfish
are
Iaylors
,
And
Stockfish
the
poore
common
people
.
Je.
Indeed
they
live
hardly
.
Bo.
But
sir
they
are
beaten
too't
,
then
have
you
wet
Eeles
for
whores
,
and
great
Oysters
for
Bawds
.
Ie.
Why
great
Oysters
Bawd
?
Bo.
Because
for
the
most
part
they
are
stewed
.
Ie.
Very
good
.
Bo.
Lastly
,
because
no
Kingdome
can
stand
without
laws
,
and
where
law
ha's
her
eyne
,
there
Lawyers
&
Pettifoggers
swarme
,
therfore
the
Lawyers
here
are
sharks
,
and
gudgeons
the
poore
Clyents
.
Wallace
within
.
Wa.
Wa
ho
ro
sol
fa
,
sol
fa
.
Bo.
Harke
.
Ie.
Peace
Bolt
.
Bol.
Nay
peace
you
good
sir
Ieffery
,
peace
,
peace
.
Wa.
Sol
la
,
sol
la
sol
la
sol
la
.
Bo.
Some
Faulconers
teaching
his
Hawke
pricksong
,
Shall
I
mocke
him
in's
owne
key
.
Ie.
Do
.
Bo.
Sol
fa
sol
fa
,
here
boy
.
Enter
Wallace
.
Wa.
Here
boy
,
wa
ha
ho
ho
,
All
haile
to
you
two
.
Bo.
And
all
snow
to
you
sir
.
Ie.
Sirra
what
art
thou
that
wishest
all
the
haile
to
light
upon
us
two
?
Bo.
Answer
wisely
to
my
master
,
For
hee's
a
Iustice
of
peace
,
and
you'l
be
smelt
out
.
Wal.
I
am
a
drown'd
rat
.
Ie.
A
Rat
?
Bo.
Do
you
take
sir
Ieffrey
for
a
Rat-catcher
,
Youle
tell
a
sweet
tale
for
your selfe
anon
.
Wal.
Pox
rot
you
,
I
am
shipwrack't
,
Give
me
some
meate
.
Bo.
Shall
I
make
his
Mittimus
?
he
begs
sir
.
Wa.
I'ha
met
more
then
my
match
,
Neptune
and
I
,
Wrastling
for
fals
,
he
got
the
masterie
,
I'me
with
his
beating
bruis'd
,
weary
,
cold
,
weak
,
Liquor'd
soundly
.
Bo.
He's
drunk
.
VVal.
Yet
so
thirstie
scarce
can
speak
,
If
ye
be
men
,
help
me
to
food
and
fire
.
Ie.
What
Countryman
art
thou
sirra
?
VVal.
A
Scot
,
give
me
some
victuals
pray
.
Bo.
No
minde
but
of
thy
belly
.
Ie.
Sirra
,
sirra
,
you
are
a
Scot
,
and
I
a
true
English
Justice
.
Bo.
Not
a
word
of
Latine
,
neither
Justice
,
nor
Clarke
.
Ie.
Peace
Bolt
in
the
Kings
name
,
I
charge
thee
,
if
you
will
eat
bread
earn
bread
,
take
up
this
luggage
,
sirra
,
follow
me
home
to
my
house
,
thou
shalt
have
good
bread
,
good
drink
,
and
good
fire
,
up
I
command
thee
.
Wal.
I
am
necessities
slave
,
and
now
must
beare
.
Bo.
Must
!
nay
,
shall
:
are
not
the
English
your
good
Lords
and
Masters
?
Wal.
Well
they
are
.
Bo.
Do
you
grumble
sir
,
on
sir
Jeffrey
.
Ie.
Have
an
eye
to
him
Bolt
,
lest
he
give
us
the
slip
,
And
were
you
in
this
terrible
storm
at
Sea
say
you
?
VVal.
Over
head
and
eares
,
sir
.
Bo.
If
th'execution
had
been
upon
the
land
Sir
Ieffrey
,
as
'twas
upon
the
Sea
,
your
worship
had
been
in
a
worse
pickle
then
he
.
Ie.
Why
Knave
?
why
?
Bo.
Because
he
that
ha's
a
bad
name
is
half-hang'd
,
And
your
worship
knowes
,
ye
have
but
an
ill
name
.
Ie.
Thou
Varlet
is
not
wise
good
?
Bo.
Yes
,
come
along
porter
,
wise
is
good
.
Ie.
And
is
not
acre
good
?
Bo.
Yes
passing
good
.
Ie.
Why
should
Wiseacre
being
put
together
be
nought
then
?
Bo.
Is
not
Plumb-porridge
good
,
Sir
Ieffrey
?
Ie.
Yes
.
Wa.
Would
I
had
this
trunk
full
of
'em
.
Bo.
Peace
Greedi-gut
,
Plum-porridge
is
good
,
and
Bag-pudding
is
good
,
but
put
them
together
,
and
they
are
filthy
meat
.
Ie.
Well
,
that's
true
.
Wal.
Right
sir
.
Sets
down
the
Trunk
.
Ie.
How
now
?
Wal.
Hunger
is
good
,
and
two
Woodcocks
are
good
,
But
the
feathers
of
those
two
Woodcocks
must
be
pluck'd
first
.
Ie.
Hold
I
charge
thee
.
Wal.
Y are
a
scurvy
Iustice
,
yare
man's
an
Asse
,
and
you
another
with
a
velvet
foot-cloth
on
your
back
,
I
ken
ye
vary
weel
,
and
Ise
knock
ye
vary
weele
,
if
any
thing
be
worth
victales
,
it
goes
down
here
.
Bo.
The
Devill
choake
you
,
if
you
be
a
man
of
your
word
.
Wal.
Wiseacres
,
if
you
would
fain
know
who
ha's
got
this
trash
from
yee
,
'tis
I
,
Wallace
the
Scot
.
Both
:
Wallace
.
Bo.
Flie
sir
Ieffrey
,
He
calls
us
Woodcocks
,
let's
flie
and
raise
the
Country
.
Wal.
D'e
ye
grumble
?
raise
the
Devill
and
spare
not
.
Exeunt
.
Wert
thou
a
chest
of
gold
,
I'de
give
thee
all
for
victuals
,
Hunger
,
they
say
,
will
break
stone
wals
,
Your
chops
are
not
so
hard
,
Ye
shall
burst
tho
with
iron
ribs
ye
were
bar'd
,
—
victuals
—
wine
too
,
—
few
justices
doe
feed
the
hungry
thus
,
o
these
VViseacres
are
the
bravest
fellowes
,
specially
English
VViseacres
.
Enter
Selby
miserably
poore
.
Sel.
I'le
now
be
my
own
carver
,
misery
and
age
Want
and
despaire
have
brought
me
to
deaths
doore
,
And
shall
I
not
enter
?
yes
I
will
,
this
key
Shall
doo't
,
is
death
so
surly
,
may
a
poore
man
Speake
sooner
with
a
King
then
speake
with
him
When
he
has
most
need
of
him
,
ugly
leane
slave
,
So
I
may
see
him
,
no
matter
for
a
grave
.
Wall.
How
now
,
what
do'st
looke
for
?
Sel.
For
that
which
a
quarter
of
the
world
Wants
,
a
tree
to
be
hang'd
upon
.
Wall.
Art
weary
of
thy
life
?
Selby
.
Yes
all
men
are
of
their
old
wives
,
my
life
ha's
gone
up
and
downe
with
me
this
threescore
and
odde
yeares
,
'tis
time
to
be
weary
on't
I
thinke
now
.
Wal.
And
when
tha'st
hang'd
thy selfe
,
whither
do'st
thinke
to
go
then
?
Sel.
To
the
Linnen-draper
.
VVa.
What
Linnen-draper
?
Sel.
The
richest
in
the
world
,
my
old
Grandmother
the
Earth
,
how
many
paire
of
sheets
has
she
had
,
thinke
ye
,
since
Adam
and
Eve
lay
together
,
It's
the
best
Inne
to
lye
at
,
a
man
shall
be
sure
of
good
linnen
.
Wal.
Who
dwels
hereabouts
?
Sel.
One
upon
whom
all
the
poore
in
the
Countrey
cryes
out
.
VVa.
Whose
that
?
Sel.
Scarcity
,
dearth
,
penurie
,
famine
,
hunger
,
I
have
not
knowne
that
man
lives
by
food
these
foure
dayes
,
and
therefore
I'le
descend
to
th'
Antipodes
,
because
I'le
kicke
at
this
world
.
Wall.
Stay
,
famine
shall
not
kill
thee
,
sit
and
eate
Thy
belly
full
,
thy
cares
in
good
wine
drowne
,
By
my
owne
fall
I
pitty
others
downe
,
Is't
not
good
cheere
?
Sel.
Brave
,
I
thanke
you
for
it
,
how
many
beggers
does
a
rich
man
eate
at
his
table
at
one
meale
,
when
those
few
crummes
are
able
to
save
a
mans
life
,
how
came
you
sir
into
this
fearefull
nest
of
Screech-owles
and
Ravens
?
Wa.
Cast
up
by
the
Sea
,
I
was
shipwrack'd
and
lost
all
my
company
.
Sel.
Would
I
had
beene
one
of
'em
,
I
have
lost
more
then
you
have
done
,
I
ha'
lost
all
that
I
had
but
my
sinnes
,
and
they
hang
so
heavy
on
my
eye-lids
,
I
can
scarce
look
so
high
as
the
brimmes
of
my
hatt
to
heaven
,
I
have
such
a
minde
downwards
,
I
have
almost
forgot
who
dwels
over
my
head
.
Wa.
Looke
up
,
be
not
afraid
,
there
raignes
no
tyrant
,
Wud
thou
hadst
beene
with
me
at
sea
.
Sel.
So
wud
I
.
Wa.
Hadst
thou
an
Atheist
been
,
and
God
not
known
,
Th'adst
found
him
in
the
deepe
,
there
hee's
best
showne
,
He
that
at
Sea
is
shipwrackt
,
and
denyes
A
Deity
(
being
there
sav'd
)
damn'd
lives
and
dyes
,
Man
no where
in
the
twinckling
of
an
eye
Is
throwne
so
neare
to
hell
,
or
rais'd
so
high
Towards
heaven
,
then
when
hee's
toss'd
upon
the
waves
It
must
be
a
hand
omnipotent
there
that
saves
,
But
how
came
you
sir
hither
?
Sel.
I
was
banish'd
from
England
(
but
that
grieves
me
not
)
But
I
kill'd
an
old
man
,
he
was
call'd
Wallace
.
Wa.
Ha
?
Sel.
Wallace
,
and
me thinks
hee's
still
at
mine
elbow
.
Wa.
Elbowe
?
idle
:
Selby
my
fathers
murderer
?
Thinke
not
upon
it
,
sit
eat
heartily
Thy
last
,
sit
downe
,
I
say
,
never
to
rise
,
Drinke
wine
,
drinke
deepe
,
let
thy
soule
reele
to
hell
.
Sel.
I
am
almost
dead
with
cold
.
Wa.
I'le
fetch
dry
sticks
,
And
with
two
flints
kindle
fire
,
beat
out
his
braines
:
O
that
physicke
had
the
power
to
make
thee
yong
,
I'de
fetch
thee
drugs
from
th'utmost
of
the
world
,
And
then
would
arme
thee
,
or
,
into
thy
veines
Halfe
my
owne
bloud
I'de
power
,
to
lend
thee
strength
,
That
I
might
kill
thee
nobly
.
Sel.
Be
quiet
,
I'le
pay
thee
.
Wa.
How
now
?
Sel.
A
slumber
took
me
,
and
me thought
old
Wallace
Clapt
me
upon
the
shoulder
with
one
hand
,
And
with
the
other
pointed
to
his
wounds
,
At
which
I
started
,
spake
,
but
know
not
what
,
I'me
cold
at
heart
.
Wa.
I'le
seeke
for
fire
.
Sel.
I
thanke
ye
,
if
what
I
utter
ye
tell
to
any
,
I
am
a
dead
man
,
You
have
me
at
your
mercy
,
and
may
betray
me
.
Wa.
Not
I
,
eate
and
get
strength
,
I'le
seek
for
fire
,
Vnlesse
I
be
a
devill
(
tho
I
have
cause
To
kill
thee
)
yet
my
quicke
hand
shall
eschew
it
,
Thy
carelesse
confidence
does
bind
me
to
it
,
This
mercy
which
I
show
now
is
for
Gods
sake
,
In
part
of
payment
of
his
showne
to
me
,
If
I
should
kill
thee
now
,
thou
owest
me
nothing
,
Live
,
and
be
still
my
debter
,
I
shall
do
thee
More
harme
to
give
thee
life
,
then
take
it
from
thee
,
Heaven
in
my
fathers
bloud
who
is
chiefe
sharer
,
Shall
strike
for
me
a
revenge
more
just
and
fairer
.
Exit
.
Enter
Haslerig
,
poore
as
th'other
with
Apples
.
Has.
Selby
,
Selby
,
How
like
a
Churle
thou
feed'st
alone
,
And
greedy
art
to
fatten
misery
—
Selby
?
Sel.
Here
.
Has.
Look
I
ha'
found
a
jenniting
tree
.
Sel.
Where
stands
it
?
Has.
I'le
not
tell
thee
;
see
brave
food
.
Sel.
Lets
taste
it
.
Has.
Not
a
paring
,
what
hast
there
?
Sel.
The
dole
of
plenty
.
Has.
Good
old
Rogue
I
thank
thee
,
I
have
a
stomack
like
a
Lawyer
,
Lets
eat
fruit
when
we
have
fill'd
our
bellies
.
Sel.
Not
a
bitt
.
Has.
Ha
?
Sel.
Not
a
paring
of
cheese
.
Has.
I
must
.
Sel.
Thou
shalt
not
,
I
pay
thee
in
thy
own
coyne
.
Has.
Thy
doting
age
is
almost
at
her
journies
end
,
My
youth
having
far
to
go
needs
more
provision
,
And
ile
have
this
—
Sel.
Hands
off
Kils
him
.
Has.
You
Dog
,
you
old
Devill
.
Sel.
I
thank
thee
,
thou
hast
cut
the
threed
in
two
,
Of
all
my
woes
,
heaven
pardon
us
both
,
adue
.
Has.
Selby
,
no
water
from
the
hallowed
Fount
,
Toucht
thee
,
thou
art
so
fatall
,
Selby
,
dead
!
Gods
building
which
ha's
stood
this
threescore
yeeres
,
This
ha's
defac'd
,
would
it
were
up
agen
With
ruine
of
mine
own
,
I
never
knew
Partners
but
one
still
th'other
overthrew
,
Thou
and
I
did
set
up
with
one
stock
of
care
I
have
undone
thee
,
and
now
all's
my
share
,
'Tis
not
so
sinfull
nor
so
base
a
stroke
To
spoile
a
Willow
as
an
old
reverend
Oke
,
From
me
th'art
gone
,
but
i'le
from
hence
nere
fly
,
But
sit
by
thee
,
and
sigh
,
and
weep
,
and
die
.
Enter
Sir
Jeffrey
,
Bolt
,
Souldiers
.
Bo.
Stand
,
that's
he
who
turns
his
taile
to
us
,
which
is
as
much
as
to
say
,
A
fart
for
your
Worship
.
Om.
Down
with
him
.
Sir
Jef.
Peace
,
it's
a
wilde
Bull
wee
come
to
set
upon
,
and
therfore
let
those
Dogs
that
can
fasten
bite
soundly
.
Bo.
My
harts
,
we
come
not
to
bait
an
Asse
in
a
Beares
skin
,
but
a
Lion
in
his
own
skin
,
he's
a
traitour
.
Om.
How
know
we
that
?
Bo.
Thus
,
he
hides
his
face
,
and
wee
are
not
to
back
a
traitor
,
Sir
Jeffrey
,
you'le
get
between
mee
and
the
Gallows
,
if
I
strike
him
down
.
Jeff.
I'le
enter
into
a
Recognizance
to
hang
before
thou
shalt
hang
.
Bo.
If
you
see
my
heart
begin
to
faint
,
knock
you
mee
down
to
put
life
into
me
.
Ief.
Feare
nothing
.
Bolt
strikes
him
down
.
Has.
Be
damn'd
both
gods
and
men
the
act
detest
,
Oh
heaven
;
wipe
this
sinne
out
for
all
the
rest
.
Bo.
Your
sins
are
wip'd
out
sir
,
your
Scottish
score
is
paid
sir
.
Ief.
Is
he
down
?
Bo.
He
sprawles
,
stay
there's
one
asleep
by
him
,
Shall
I
kill
the
lice
in
his
head
too
?
Ief.
No
,
wake
not
a
sleeping
Mastive
,
the
Kings
in
the
field
,
Lets
post
to
him
,
Bolt
,
thou
shalt
be
a
Knight
as
deep
as
my selfe
,
for
this
manly
deed
,
as
ye
go
through
the
Country
,
cry
aloud
,
the
traitor's
dead
.
Bo.
Cry
it
out
at
the
Crosse
,
and
at
the
old
Palace
,
That
Bolt
was
the
man
that
brain'd
lusty
Wallace
.
Om.
The
traitor's
dead
,
the
traitor's
dead
,
&c.
Enter
Wallace
,
with
dry
sticks
and
straw
,
beating
two
flints
.
Wal.
Thou
shalt
have
fire
anon
old
man
,
ba
'
,
murdred
?
What
shouldst
thou
be
?
the
face
of
Haslerig
,
'Tis
he
,
just
heavens
ye
have
bestow'd
my
office
Vpon
some
other
,
I
thank
ye
that
my
bloud
Stains
not
my
hand
,
however
both
did
die
(
In
love
or
hate
)
both
shall
together
lie
,
The
Coffin
you
must
sleep
in
is
this
Cave
,
Whole
heaven
your
winding
sheet
,
all
earth
your
grave
,
The
early
Lark
shall
sadly
ring
your
Knell
,
Your
Dirge
be
sung
by
mournfull
Philomell
,
Instead
of
flowres
and
strewing
herbs
take
these
,
And
what
my
charity
now
fails
to
do
,
Poor
Robin-redbrest
shall
,
my
last
adue
,
I
have
other
streames
to
swim
through
,
or
calme
Venture
,
'tis
brave
when
danger's
crown'd
with
palme
.
Exit
.
Enter
with
Drum
and
Colours
,
the
Generall
of
Scotland
,
with
Grimsby
,
Mentith
,
Coming
,
and
Souldiers
with
blew
Caps
.
Gen.
Vpon
this
field-bed
will
we
lodge
this
night
,
The
earth's
a
souldiers
pillow
,
here
pitch
our
tents
.
Men.
Om.
Vp
with
our
tents
.
Gen.
To
councell
,
beat
a
Drum
.
Gri.
Beat
it
for
action
then
,
and
not
for
words
,
Vpon
our
Speare
points
our
best
counsell
fits
,
Follow
that
(
noble
Generall
)
up
with
no
tents
If
you
dare
hold
me
worthy
to
advise
,
But
with
an
easie
march
move
gently
on
.
Gen.
You
speak
against
the
Scholership
of
war
.
Gri.
Now
their
Beef-pots
,
and
their
Cans
,
Are
toss'd
in
stead
of
Pikes
,
their
Armes
are
thrown
About
their
Wenches
middles
,
there's
their
close
feight
,
Let
us
not
lose
the
forelock
in
our
hands
,
Of
us
they
dream
not
,
yet
we
are
as
free-born
As
th'
English
King
himself
,
be
not
their
slaves
,
Free
Scotland
,
or
in
England
dig
our
graves
.
Within
.
A
Wallace
,
A
Wallace
,
A
Wallace
!
Enter
Rugerosse
a
Scottish
Herald
.
Gen.
Rugerosse
,
what
cry
is
this
?
Ruge.
Of
the
whole
Army
,
Grown
wild
twixt
joy
and
admiration
,
At
the
sight
of
Wallace
.
Om.
Ha
.
Ru.
That
dreadlesse
Souldier
,
For
whom
all
Scotland
shed
a
sea
of
teares
As
deep
as
that
in
which
men
thought
him
dead
,
Sets
with
his
presence
all
their
hearts
on
fire
,
That
have
but
sight
of
him
.
Within
.
A
Wallace
,
A
Wallace
.
Gri.
Intreat
him
hither
.
Act.
IIII
.
Enter
Wallace
with
Drum
,
Colours
and
Souldiers
,
they
all
imbrace
him
.
Com.
D'ee
heare
th'
English
march
?
they
are
at
hand
.
Gen.
Now
Grimsby
,
they
for
Pikes
are
tossing
Cans
.
Gri.
I
am
glad
our
thunder
wakes
'em
.
Men.
Shall
we
on
?
Gen.
Whether
ist
best
to
stop
'em
in
their
march
,
Or
here
to
make
a
stand
and
front
'em
.
Om.
Stand
.
Gen.
Or
else
retire
back
to
the
spacious
Plaine
For
battaile
far
more
advantagious
.
Wal.
And
so
retiring
be
held
runawayes
.
Here
stands
my
body
,
and
ere
this
English
Wolves
Stretch
their
jaws
ne're
so
wide
,
from
hence
shall
drive
I'le
rather
lie
here
fifty
fathome
deep
,
Now
at
this
minute
,
then
by
giving
back
One
foot
,
prolong
my
life
a
thousand
yeers
.
Gen.
Then
let
us
die
or
live
here
.
Om.
Arme
,
arme
.
Wal.
Fall
back
?
not
I
,
death
of
my selfe
is
part
,
I'le
never
flie
my self
,
heres
no
false
heart
:
Lets
in
our
rising
be
,
or
in
our
falls
Like
bels
which
ring
alike
at
Funerals
,
As
at
Coronations
,
each
man
meet
his
wound
,
With
self-same
joy
as
Kings
go
to
be
crown'd
,
Where
charge
you
?
Gen.
In
the
battaile
,
valiant
Grimsby
Is
Generall
of
our
Horse
,
the
infantry
By
comming
is
commanded
,
Mentith
and
you
Shall
come
up
in
the
Reare
.
VVal.
The
Reare
.
Gen.
Yes
.
Wal.
No
,
sir
.
Let
Mentith
,
Wallace
shall
not
.
Gen.
He
may
choose
.
Wal.
Were
I
to
hunt
within
a
Wildernesse
A
herd
of
Tigres
,
I
would
scorn
to
cheat
My
glories
from
the
sweat
of
others
brows
,
By
encountring
the
fierce
beasts
at
second
hand
,
When
others
strength
had
tam'd
him
,
let
me
meet
The
Lion
being
new
rowz'd
,
and
when
his
eyes
Sparkle
with
flames
of
indignation
,
I
ha'
not
in
the
Academe
of
War
So
oft
read
Lectures
,
chief
now
to
come
lag
,
Ile
ha'
the
leading
of
the
Van
or
none
.
Gen.
Then
none
,
you
wrong
us
all
,
Men
now
are
plac'd
,
and
must
not
be
dishonour'd
.
Wal.
So
,
dishonour'd
.
Gen.
Charge
in
the
Reare
for
Gods
sake
,
now
to
stand
On
terms
of
worth
hazards
the
fate
of
all
.
Wal.
Well
be't
so
then
,
the
Reare
,
see
you
yon
hill
,
Yonder
i'le
stand
,
and
tho
I
should
see
Butchers
,
Cut
all
your
throats
like
sheep
,
I
will
not
stirre
Till
I
see
time
my selfe
.
Gen.
Your
pleasure
,
on
,
Each
Leader
spend
his
best
direction
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
King
,
Percy
,
and
Bruce
,
Hertford
,
Sir
Ieffrey
,
and
Bolt
,
with
Drums
and
Colours
.
King
.
Which
is
the
fellow
?
Bo.
I
am
the
party
sir
.
Per.
Stand
forth
before
the
King
,
Jef.
Nay
,
he's
no
sheep-biter
.
King
.
Didst
thou
kill
Wallace
?
Bo.
Yes
marry
did
I
sir
,
if
I
should
be
hang'd
here
before
yee
,
I
would
not
deny
it
.
King
.
How
didst
thou
kill
him
?
hand
to
hand
?
Bo.
Hand
to
hand
,
as
Dog-killers
kill
dogs
,
so
I
beat
out
his
brains
I'me
sure
.
K.
Me thinks
,
thou
shouldst
not
look
him
in
the
face
.
Bo.
No
more
I
did
,
I
came
behind
his
back
&
felld
him
.
King
.
Art
thou
a
Gentleman
?
Bolt
.
I
am
no
gentleman
borne
,
my
Father
was
a
poore
Fletcher
in
Grubstreet
,
but
I
am
a
gentleman
by
my
place
.
Kin.
What
place
?
Bo.
A
Justices
Clarke
,
sir
Jeffery
Wiseacres
.
Je.
My
man
,
if
it
please
your
Majesty
,
an
honest
true
Knave
.
Kin.
Give
to
sir
Wiseacres
Clark
an
hundred
pounds
.
Jef.
I
thank
your
grace
.
Bolt
.
God
confound
all
your
foes
at
the
same
rate
.
K.
But
if
this
Wallace
,
sirra
,
be
alive
now
,
You
and
your
hundred
pounds
shall
both
be
hang'd
.
Bolt
.
Nay
I
will
be
hang'd
ere
I
part
from
my
money
,
Who
payes
,
who
payes
?
Enter
Clifford
.
Clif.
Charge
,
charge
.
K.
The
news
brave
Clifford
.
Cli.
The
daring
Scot
fuller
of
insolence
then
strength
Stand
forth
to
bid
us
battell
.
K.
Throw
defiance
back
downe
their
throats
,
and
of
our
Heralds
Northumberland
the
honor
shall
be
thine
,
tell'um
We
come
to
scourge
their
pride
with
whips
of
steele
,
Their
City
hath
from
Iustice
snatch'd
her
sword
To
strike
their
Soveraigne
,
who
ha's
turn'd
the
point
Vpon
their
own
breasts
,
tell
'em
this
.
Per.
I
shall
.
Exit
.
Cliff.
Where's
noble
Bruce
?
Bru.
Here
.
Cliff.
I
have
a
message
,
but
tis
more
honorable
,
sent
to
you
too
,
The
Herald
saies
that
Wallace
dares
ye
,
his
Spite
is
all
at
you
,
and
if
your
spirit
be
great
As
his
,
you
finde
him
in
the
reare
.
K.
Hang
up
that
wiseacres
,
and
the
fool
his
man
.
Bolt
.
My
master
,
not
me
sir
,
I
have
a
Recognizance
of
him
To
stand
betwixt
me
and
the
gallows
.
K.
A
Kings
word
must
be
kept
,
hang
'em
both
.
Bolt
.
One
word
more
good
Sir
,
before
I
go
to
this
geere
,
If
a
Kings
word
must
be
kept
,
why
was
it
not
kept
,
when
he
gave
me
the
100.
li.
wipe
out
one
,
I'le
wipe
out
the
other
.
Kin.
That
jest
hath
sav'd
your
lives
,
let
me
see
you
fight
to day
.
Jeff.
Bravely
like
Cocks
.
Bolt
.
Now
Wallace
look
to
your
coxcombe
.
Omn.
Move
on
.
Enter
to
them
the
Scottish
Army
,
and
are
beaten
off
.
King
.
We
have
flesh'd
them
soundly
.
Cliff.
I
would
not
wish
to
meet
with
braver
spirits
.
K.
Stay
,
Bruce
,
what's
yonder
on
the
hill
?
Bru.
They
are
Collors
.
Kin.
Why
do
they
mangle
thus
their
Armies
limbes
?
Whats
that
so
farre
off
?
Br.
Sure
'tis
the
Reare
,
where
burns
the
black
brand
,
Kindles
all
this
fire
,
I
meane
the
Traytor
Wallace
?
King
.
What
turn'd
Coward
?
A
dogge
of
so
good
mouth
,
and
stand
at
bay
?
If
in
this
heat
of
fight
we
breake
their
ranks
,
Presse
through
,
and
charge
that
devill
,
Bruce
thy selfe
.
Bru.
To
hell
if
I
can
chase
him
.
Kin.
Charge
up
strong
,
harke
,
brave
,
Let
now
our
hands
be
warriors
,
not
our
tongues
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
the
Scottish
Army
,
Generall
Grimsby
,
Coming
,
Mentith
.
A
cry
within
.
They
flye
,
they
flie
.
Generall
.
The
English
shrink
,
knit
all
our
nerves
And
fasten
Fortunes
offer
.
Gri.
Keep
steedy
footing
,
the
daye
is
lost
if
you
stir
,
Stirre
not
,
but
stand
the
tempest
.
Coming
.
I
cry
on
.
Gen.
And
I
.
Grim.
So
do
not
I
,
this
starting
backe
is
but
an
English
earth-quake
,
which
to
dust
,
shakes
rotten
towers
,
but
builds
the
sound
more
strong
.
Gen.
Lets
on
,
and
dare
death
in
the
thickest
throng
.
Enter
the
English
Army
,
and
encompasse
them
.
Grim.
Did
I
not
give
you
warning
of
this
whirpoole
For
going
too
farre
?
Ment.
We
are
all
dead
men
,
yet
fight
So
long
as
legges
and
Armes
last
.
King
.
In
how
quicke
time
Have
we
about
you
built
a
wall
of
brasse
?
Had
he
whom
here
you
call
your
Generall
A
Souldier
beene
remarkable
of
great
breeding
,
And
now
to
be
caught
with
lyme-twigs
?
Generall
.
Keepe
our
ground
.
Grim.
If
we
must
fall
,
fall
bravely
.
Ment.
Wound
for
wound
.
Alarum
.
Exeunt
King
and
Bruce
pursuing
the
Scots
.
Clifford
,
Percy
,
Grimsby
,
and
Generall
stay
.
Cliff.
Take
breath
,
I
would
not
have
the
world
rob'd
of
two
such
spirits
,
poast
to
the
King
,
and
tell
him
that
the
noblest
Harts
of
the
whole
heard
are
hunted
to
the
toyle
,
Aske
whether
they
shall
fall
,
or
live
for
gaine
.
Messenger
.
I
shall
.
Exit
.
Charge
.
Enter
Mentith
at
another
doore
.
Ment.
For
honours
sake
come
downe
,
and
save
thy
Countrey
.
Wal.
Whose
is
the
day
?
Ment.
Tis
Edwards
,
come
rescue
Our
Generall
,
and
the
noble
Grimsby
.
Wal.
Who
?
Ment.
Our
Generall
and
stout
Grimsby
are
enclosd
With
quick-sets
made
of
steele
,
come
fetch
them
off
,
Or
all
is
lost
.
Wal.
Is
the
day
lost
?
Ment.
Lost
,
lost
.
Wal.
Vnlesse
the
day
be
quite
lost
,
I'le
not
stirre
.
Ment.
Tis
quite
lost
.
Wal.
Why
then
descend
amaine
,
art
sure
tis
lost
?
Ment.
Yes
.
Wal.
Then
wee'le
winne
it
againe
.
Enter
Messenger
.
Clif.
How
now
?
Mes.
The
King
proclaimes
that
man
a
traytor
That
saves
when
he
may
kill
.
Cliff.
Charge
them
blacke
day
,
The
Lyon
hunts
a
Lyon
for
his
prey
.
A
fight
.
Enter
Wallace
and
Souldiers
,
beat
off
the
English
,
the
Generall
,
and
Grimsby
slaine
.
Generall
.
Too
late
.
Wall.
Why
then
farewell
,
I'le
make
what
haste
I
can
to
follow
thee
,
Bruce
,
Bruce
,
I
am
here
,
'tis
Wallace
calls
thee
,
Dares
thee
.
Bru.
Tho
I
nere
stoopt
unto
a
traitors
lure
,
I
scorne
thine
,
why
do'st
thou
single
me
,
Yet
turnst
thy
weapon
downward
to
the
earth
?
Wal.
Lets
breathe
and
talke
.
Bru.
I'le
parly
with
no
traytor
but
with
blows
.
VVal.
Ye
shall
have
blows
your
guts
full
,
I
am
no
traytor
.
Bru.
Why
'gainst
thy
Soveraigne
lifts
thou
then
thy
sword
?
Wal.
You
see
I
lift
it
not
.
Bru.
Tell
Edward
so
thy
King
.
Wal.
Longshancks
was
never
Soveraigne
of
mine
,
Nor
shall
whilst
Bruce
lives
,
Bruce
is
my
Soveraigne
,
Thou
art
but
bastard
English
,
Scotch
true
borne
,
Th'art
made
a
mastive
'mongst
a
heard
of
wolves
,
To
weary
those
thou
shouldst
be
shepheard
of
.
The
fury
of
the
battell
now
declines
,
And
take
my
counsell
,
though
I
seeme
thy
foe
,
Wash
both
thy
hands
in
bloud
,
and
when
anon
The
English
in
their
Tents
their
deeds
do
boast
,
Lift
thou
thy
bloudy
hands
up
,
and
boast
thine
,
And
with
a
sharpe
eye
note
,
but
with
what
scorne
,
The
English
pay
thy
merit
.
Bru.
This
I'le
try
.
Wal.
Dar'st
thou
alone
meet
me
in
Glasco-moore
,
And
there
I'le
tell
thee
more
?
Bru.
Thou
hast
no
treason
towards
me
?
VVa.
Here's
my
hand
,
I
am
cleare
as
innocence
,
had
I
meant
treason
Here
could
I
worke
it
on
thee
,
I
have
none
.
Bru.
In
Glasco-moore
I'le
meet
thee
,
fare
thee
well
.
VVa.
The
time
.
Bru.
Some
two
houres
hence
.
VVa.
There
I
will
untie
A
knot
,
at
which
hangs
death
or
Soveraigntie
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
the
English
Army
.
Kin.
We
have
swet
hard
to day
.
Cli.
Twas
a
brave
hunting
.
Bolt
offers
to
lay
his
Coat
under
the
king
.
Kin.
Sit
,
some
wine
Away
in
the
field
all
fellows
,
whose
is
this
?
Bolt
.
It
was
my
Coat
at
Armes
,
but
now
tis
yours
at
legges
.
King
.
Away
,
why
givest
thou
me
a
cushion
?
Bolt
.
Because
of
the
two
,
I
take
you
to
be
the
better
man
.
King
.
A
souldiers
coat
shall
never
be
so
base
To
lye
beneath
my
heele
,
th'art
in
this
place
My
fellow
,
and
companion
,
a
health
to
all
in
England
.
Omn.
Let
it
come
.
Cliff.
Is
not
this
he
that
kill'd
VVallace
?
Bolt
.
No
sir
,
I
am
onely
he
that
said
so
,
As
you
sit
,
so
did
I
lye
.
King
.
Sirra
,
where's
your
master
?
Bol.
My
master
is
shot
.
King
.
How
shot
,
where
?
Bol.
I'th
backe
.
Clif.
Oh
he
ranne
away
.
Bol.
No
,
my
Lord
,
but
his
harnesse
Cap
was
blowne
off
,
and
he
running
after
it
to
catch
it
,
was
shot
betweene
necke
and
shoulders
,
and
when
he
stood
upright
he
had
two
heads
.
King
.
Two
heads
how
?
Bolt
.
Yes
truly
,
his
own
head
and
the
arrow
head
,
it
was
twenty
to
one
that
I
had
not
beene
shot
before
him
.
King
.
Why
prethee
?
Bolt
.
Because
my
Knights
name
being
Wiseacres
,
and
mine
Bolt
,
and
you
know
a
fooles
bolt
is
soon
shot
.
Clif.
He
ha's
pind
the
foole
upon
his
masters
shoulder
very
handsomly
.
King
.
Sirra
,
go
seek
your
master
,
and
bid
him
take
order
for
burying
of
the
dead
.
Bolt
.
I
shall
Sir
,
and
whilst
he
takes
order
for
the
burials
of
the
dead
,
i'le
take
order
for
the
stomacks
of
the
living
.
King
.
How
fought
to day
our
English
?
Per.
Bravely
.
King
.
How
the
Scots
?
Cliff.
The
pangs
of
war
are
like
to
child-bed
throwes
Bitter
in
suffering
,
but
the
storme
being
past
,
The
talk
,
as
of
scap't
shipwrack
sweet
,
doth
taste
,
The
death
of
the
Scotch
Generall
went
to
my
heart
,
He
had
in
him
of
man
asmuch
as
any
,
And
for
ought
I
think
,
his
bloud
was
poorly
sold
By
his
own
Countrymen
,
rather
then
sought
by
us
.
Had
not
the
Reare
where
Wallace
did
command
,
Stood
and
given
ayme
,
it
had
bin
a
day
Bloudy
and
dismall
,
and
whose
hard
to
say
,
Sir
,
you
shall
give
me
leave
to
drink
a
health
To
all
the
valiant
Scots
.
King
.
Clifford
,
I'le
pledge
thee
,
give
me
my
bowle
.
Clif.
Sir
,
I
remembred
Wallace
in
my
draught
.
King
.
I
did
not
,
so
this
cup
were
Wallace
Skull
,
I'de
drinke
it
full
with
bloud
,
for
it
would
save
The
lives
of
thousands
.
Clif
I
for
your
Kingdoms
would
not
pledge
it
so
.
Per.
I
would
,
no
matter
how
a
traitor
falls
.
King
.
Percy
,
ten
thousand
Crowns
should
buy
That
traitors
head
,
if
I
could
hav't
for
money
.
Clif.
I
would
give
Twice
twenty
thousand
Crowns
to
have
his
head
On
my
swords
point
cut
from
him
with
this
arme
,
But
how
i'th
field
,
nobly
,
hand
to
hand
,
not
this
straw
To
a
hangman
that
should
bring
it
me
.
King
.
Let
that
passe
,
Wher's
Bruce
,
our
noble
Earle
of
Carrick
?
Per.
I
saw
him
not
to day
,
Clif.
I
did
,
and
saw
his
sword
Like
to
a
Reapers
Sithe
,
mow
down
the
Scots
.
Enter
Bruce
.
Here
he
comes
.
King
.
Brave
Armory
,
a
rampant
Lion
within
a
field
all
Gules
,
Where
hast
been
Bruce
?
Bruce
.
Following
the
execution
which
we
held
Three
English
miles
in
length
.
King
.
Give
him
some
wine
,
art
not
thirsty
?
Bruce
.
Yes
for
Scottish
bloud
,
I
never
shall
have
Enough
on't
,
the
Kings
health
.
Omnes
.
Let
come
.
Per.
How
greedily
you
Scot
drinks
his
own
bloud
!
Omnes
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
K.
If
he
should
taste
your
bitternesse
,
'twere
not
well
.
Bruce
.
What's
that
ye
all
laugh'd
at
?
Clif.
Nothing
but
a
jest
.
Bruce
.
Nay
,
good
Sir
tell
me
.
King
.
An
idle
jest
,
more
wine
for
Bruce
.
Bruce
.
No
more
,
I
have
drunk
too
much
,
Wallace
and
I
did
parlee
.
Per.
How
in
words
?
Bruce
.
No
Percy
,
I'me
no
prater
,
'twas
with
swords
,
Your
laughing
jest
was
not
at
me
?
Omnes
.
Sir
,
no
.
King
.
Bruce
would
fain
quarrell
,
Bruce
.
I
ha
done
sir
.
King
.
Peace
,
what
Trumpet's
that
?
Clif.
From
the
enemy
sure
.
King
.
Go
learn
.
Enter
Rugecrosse
a
Scottish
Herald
.
Ruge.
I
come
from
Wallace
.
King
.
So
Sir
,
what
of
him
?
Ruge.
Thus
he
speaks
.
He
bids
me
dare
you
to
a
fresh
battaile
,
by
to
morrowes
sunne
,
Army
to
Army
,
troup
to
troup
,
he
challenges
,
Or
to
save
bloud
,
fifty
to
fifty
,
shall
the
strife
decide
,
Or
one
to
one
.
King
.
A
Herald
to
the
traitor
.
Go
and
thus
speak
,
we
bring
whips
of
steele
,
To
scourge
Rebellion
,
not
to
stand
the
braves
Of
a
base
daring
vassall
,
bid
him
ere
that
Sun
Which
he
calls
up
be
risen
,
pay
it
and
save
His
Country
and
himselfe
from
ruine
,
charge
him
on
his
head
,
To
make
his
quick
submission
;
if
he
slow
the
minutes
,
Wee'le
proclaime
in
thunder
his
and
his
Countries
ruine
,
Go
be
gon
,
Arme
.
Omnes
.
Arme
,
Arme
.
King
.
A
Land
that's
sick
at
heart
must
take
sharp
pils
,
For
dangerous
physick
best
cures
dangerous
ils
.
Exeunt
.