This, I make sure: No Scot's allegiance can be held from Bruce Because he was not crowned by a Macduff.-- And if I love him, what is that to him? That's a good saying. So is this, I make: If I do love him, what is that to me! [Goes out. ACT III SCENE I.--Westminster. The Hall of the Palace. King Edward I. on a throne of state. In attendance, Lords Pembroke, Percy, Clifford, and other Lords, Gentlemen, and Officers. Enter Sir Peter Mallorie with Sir William Wallace, bound and guarded. Edward I. Proceed with the impeachment, Mallorie. Mallorie. Sir William Wallace, knight of Elderslie, Some time usurping Guardian of Scotland, You are a traitor to the English crown---- Wallace. I am no traitor to the English crown, For I was never subject to King Edward. Mallorie. Therein your treason rests. But speak not now: You may speak afterwards in your defence. Wallace. I will speak now, not to excuse my deeds, But to arraign the falsest traitor here. Edward of England, if one pure pulse beats In that debauched and enervated core Which was your conscience, I will make it ache. Edward I. What do you mean? To have us think you mad, And to your frailty that compassion show Which crimes and sins forbid us to extend? Or are you posing as a prodigy Of heroism? In their minstrelsy They sing of captive knights whose bold address In presence of their victors won them grace: But know that justice sees no worth in words-- Deeds only: therefore hear your deeds rehearsed. Mallorie. Sir William Wallace, treasons manifold---- Wallace. I crave the pardon of all manhood here. Having small use for any faculty Since I became a captive, I have slacked The rigour of my will, and thus it is I spoke with petulance before my time. Proceed to read my accusation, sir. Mallorie. You are accused of many treasonous acts Done on the persons, castles, cities, lands, Of our most noble sovereign, Edward First, In England and in Scotland---- Wallace. But, explain---- Edward I. Silence, guilty felon! Wallace. Guilty? Condemned And hanged already, doubtless, in your heart. I will confess my guilt, for I am guilty-- Guilty of failure in a righteous cause. I will confess that when ill-fortune came My friends forsook me; that I lost the day At Falkirk, and have since been little worth. I stayed your accusation, sir, to ask What treason I could work against a king Whom I acknowledge not, and in a land Not governed by that king? Edward I. Silence!--Proceed. Wallace. What! English Edward! Would you roar me down? My deeds have spoken: shall I fear your tongue? The charge against me is irrelevant; No jurisdiction have you over me To pardon or to doom: prisoner of war, No traitor, I; and here I make demand For knightly treatment at the hands of knights. Edward I. You shall have justice. Wallace. In the end I shall: And so shall you.