| Here come I, Sir William Wallace, wight, Who shed his blood for Scotland's right; Without a right, without a reason, Here I draw my bloody weapon. (Fights with Goloshan—the latter falls.) |
Farmer's Son:—
| Now that young man is dead, sir, and on the ground is laid; And you shall suffer for it, I'm very much afraid. |
Wallace:—
| It was not me that did the deed, nor me that did the crime, 'Twas this young man behind me who drew his sword so fine. |
Sir Alexander:—
| Oh, you artful villain, to lay the blame on me! For my two eyes were shut, sir, when this young man did dee. |
Wallace:—
| How could your eyes be shut, sir, when you were looking on? How could your eyes be shut, sir, when both the swords were drawn? |