King Henry IV, Part 1

No more the thirsty entrance of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children’s blood,

不再让这片土地的渴望入口用她自己孩子们的血液玷污她的嘴唇，

The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife, No more shall cut his master.

战争的边缘，就像一把没有好好收起来的刀，不再会割伤它的主人。