Can't be. Not tall enough

The Almighty says this must be a fashionable fight

It's drawn the finest people

Where is thy salute?

For presenting yourselves on this battlefield

I give you thanks

This is our army

To join it, you give homage

I give homage to Scotland

and if this your army

Why does it go?

We didn't come here to fight for them

Home! The English are too many...

Sons of Scotland!

I am William Wallace

William Wallace is 7 feet tall

Yes. I've heard

He kills men by the hundreds,

and if he were here, he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes

and bolts of lightning from his ass

I am William Wallace

and I see a whole army of my countrymen

here in defiance of tyranny

You've come to fight as free men

And free men you are

What will you do with that freedom?

Will you fight?

-No! -No!

Against that? No!

We will run and we will live

Aye

Fight, and you may die

Run, and you'll live

at least awhile

And dying in your beds many years from now,

Would you be willing to trade

all the days from this day to that

for one chance... just one chance

to come back here and tell our enemies

that they may take our lives

but they'll never take our FREEDOM!