勇敢的心Braveheart经典电影原声CD正版

by bangla (: 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.

...and fought each other over the crown.

So Longshanks invited them

to talks of a truce.

No weapons. One page only.

One farmer of that shire

was Malcolm Wallace...

...a commoner with his own lands.

He had two sons: John and William.

I told you to stay!

Well, I finished my work.

Where are we going?

MacAndrews'. He was supposed

to visit after the gathering.

- Can I come?

- No! Go home, boy!

- But I want to go!

- Go home, or you'll feel the back of my hand!

Away hame, William.

MacAndrews!

MacAndrews!

Holy Jesus.

- William! William!

It's all right, it's all right. Easy, lad.

And I say we hit back now!

- We cannae fight them.

- Something's got to be done.

Wallace is right! We fight them!

Every nobleman willing to fight

was at that meeting!

We cannot beat an army!

Not with the 50 farmers we can raise.

We do not have to beat them...

Just fight them.

- Now, who's with me?

- I am, Wallace.

- Where do you think you're going?

- I'm going with you.

Och, are ye?

And what are you going to do?

I'm gonna help.

Aye, 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.

I can fight!

I know! I know you can fight.

But it's our wits that make us men.

See ye tomorrow.

- English!

- Get down.

With your father and brother gone,

they'll kill us and burn the farm!

It's up to us, Hamish.

Nah!

Da?

Da?

William.

Come here, lad.

De profundis...

...clamavi ad te, Domine.

Domine, exaudi vocem meam.

Fiant aures tuae intendentes...

...in vocem deprecationis meae.

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine.

Et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Requiescant in pace.

Amen.

Amen.

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.

I don't want to leave!

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...

- It was in Latin.

You don't speak Latin?

Well, that's something

we shall have to remedy.

The Lord...

...bless thee and keep thee.

The Lord cause his light to shine on thee.

The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee...

...and give thee peace.

Amen.

Your heart is free.

Have the courage to follow it.

What are they doing?

Saying goodbye in their own way.

...supervised the wedding of his eldest son,

who would succeed him as king.

Amen.

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 honours himself.

That may have been

what he had in mind all along.

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 island?

Where is my son?

Your pardon, my Lord.

He asked me to come in his stead.

I sent for him and he sends you?

Shall I leave, my Lord?

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.

But, sir, our nobles

will be reluctant to uproot.

New lands mean new taxes and they're

already taxed for the war in France.

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 "primae noctis".

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'll breed them out.

That should fetch just the kind

of lords we want to Scotland.

Taxes or no taxes, eh?

A most excellent idea, sire.

Is it?

Now, in Edinburgh were gathered

the council of Scottish nobles.

Among these was Robert,

the 17th Earl of Bruce...

...a leading contender

for the crown of Scotland.

I hear that Longshanks

has granted "primae noctis".

Clearly meant to draw

more of his supporters here.

My father believes we must lull

Longshanks into our confidence...

...by neither supporting his decree

nor opposing it.

- A wise plan.

- How is your father? He missed the council.

His affairs in France keep him long overdue.

But he sends his greetings.

And he says that I speak

for all of the Bruces...

...and for Scotland.

- You've dropped your rock.

- A test of manhood.

- You win.

Call it a test of soldiery, then.

The English won't let us train with weapons,

so we train with stones.

The test of a soldier is not in his arm.

It's here.

No. It's here.

- Hamish?

Here you go, son. Show him how.

- Come on, Hamish!

- Come on, boy!

Come on!

That's a good throw.

Aye. Aye, it was.

I was wondering

if you could do that when it matters.

As it... as it matters in battle.

Could you crush a man with that throw?

I could crush you... like a worm.

Oooh!

Well, then, do it.

Would you like to see him

crush me like a worm?

- Come and do it.

- You'll move.

- I will not.

- Right.

He'll move.

Come on, Hamish!

Come on there, boy!

Well done!

A fine display, young Wallace.

Are you all right?

You look a wee bit shaky.

I should have remembered the rocks.

Aye, you should have.

Get up, you big heap of...

- It's good to see ye again.

- Aye, welcome home.

- Look what you did to my head.

- You should have moved.