#My gracious lord...my father...By his gates of breath,there lies a downy feather which stirs not...仁慈的君主,我的父王...他的鼻边有根柔软的绒毛,一动不动 This sleep is sound indeed....this is a sleep...that from this golden rigol hath divorced so many English kings.他是真的睡去了,这种酣睡...让多少英王与这顶金冠分离 Thy due from me...is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood,which nature,love,and filial tenderness我理应为你...大放悲歌,肝肠寸断,泪水和痛苦中,饱含挚爱,和孝心 Shall,O dear father,pay thee plenteously我亲爱的父亲,这我定毫不吝啬 My due from thee is this imperial crown而我则理应继承您的王位 which God shall guard and put the world*s whole strength into one giant arm is shall not force this lineal honour from me上天也会保佑我,即使集全世界的力量于一支巨臂,也不能夺走我世袭的荣誉