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Titel: First English reading book: Engelsch leesboek voor instituten, gymnasiën en hoogere burgerscholen: met Nederlandsche woordenlijst
Auteur: Herrig, Ludwig
Uitgave: Arnhem: J. Voltelen, 1869 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: IWO 513 H 21
URL: https://schoolmuseum.uba.uva.nl/bookid/LCSM_204683
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Leesvaardigheid, Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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and Jbled for you? Would you devote your
defenders to destruction? — those who
have freely exposed their lives for the
preservation of you and yours? You will
not, cannot do it. Justice, honour, human-
ity, make such a treason impossible. What
expedient have we left to avoid guilt and
shame, or the horroi-s of a city given up
to the sack of an enemy? There is still
one path open to honour and virtue. Which
of you is willing to give a noble example
of sacrificing his life to save his country?'
Prince Edward. Was there any one
among them possessed of such an heroic
spirit, as vohmtarily to make that offer?
Maun y. After a short pause, St. Pierre
resumed his discourse. It were base and
unmanly in me to propose any injury to
others, of which I am unwilling to partake;
but being desirous of yielding the fir.st
place of honour to any citizen whose worth
and patriotism should induce him to claim
it, I delayed offering myself upon this oc-
casion. I give my life freely. I give it
cheerfully. Who comes next?' 'Your
son,' replied a youth not yet come to ma-
turity. 'Ah, my child!' exclaimed St.
Pierre, 'I shall then die twice; but no, I
will rather consider thee as born a second
time. Thy years are few, but full my son;
the victim of virtue has reached the utmost
goal of mortality. Who next? my friends,
this is the hour of heroes.' 'Your kins-
man,' cried John de Aire. 'Your kinsman,'
cried James Wissant. 'Your kinsman,' cried
Peter Wissant.
Prince Edward. Why was not I a
citizen of Calais?
Mauny. A sixth was still wanting; but
there were so many claimants for this dis-
tinction, that I was obliged to have re-
course to lots. The scene of parting from
wives and children that followed, was too
affecting for description: the air resounded
with lamentations.
Their fellow-citizens clung about St.
Pierre, and the rest of their deliverers.
They fell prostrate before them; they groan-
ed, they wept aloud; and the joint cla-
mour of their mourning passed the gates
of the city, and was heard throughout the
camp. At length they embraced for the
last time, and took an eternal farewell of
each other. They resigned themselves to
my guidance, and I have conducted them
hither, through the universal acclamations
of the soldiers, who cannot refuse the tri-
bute of praise to such heroic virtue, even
in enemies.
Prince Edward. They deserve reward
instead of punishment, my noble father!
J'irst Engl. Reatling Book.
Extend your royal mercy : save these heroes;
your clemency will gain you more true hon-
our than all your victories.
King Edward. My son, the tenderness
of your disposition leads you into a weak-
ness. Experience hath ever shown, that
lenity only serves to invite people to new
crimes. Severity, at times, is indispensably
necessary, to deter subjects into submission
by punishment and example. Go, lead
these men to execution. (To St. Pierre.)
Your rebellion against me, the natural heir
of the crown, is highly aggravated bij your
present presumption and affront of my power.
St. Pierre. We have nothing to ask
of your majesty, but what you cannot re-
fuse us.
King Edward. What may that be?
St. Pierre. Your respect and esteem.
[exeunt.
[A shout heard in the camp.
Enter Messenger.
Messenger. The Queen is ariived,
and has brought a powerful reinforcement
wilh her, of those gallant troops with which
she has conquered Scotland.
King Edward. Mauny, go out and
receive her.
Mauny. With pleasure shall I perform
that office.
[He goes out and returns with the Queen.
King Edward. Most welcome, my dear
Philippa: welcome at all times; but thy
return at this moment is particularly so.
Thy victorious conquest of Scotland endears
thee to my heart. I also have .subdued my
rebellious subjects, the proud citizens of
Calais, They have just opened their gates
to me, and I am going to make an example
of six of the principal inhabitants.
Queen. I am indeed arrived in a for-
tunate moment, as I have a petition to
make, wich respects the honour of the
English nation, the glory of my Edward,
my husband, my king. You think you
have sentenced six of your enemies to
death. No, my lord, they have sentenced
themselves, and their execution would be
the performance of their own orders, not
the orders of Edward. They have behaved
themselves wortliily — they have behaved
themselves like true patriots. I cannot but
respect, while I envy, while I hate them,
for leaving us no share in the honour of
this action, but that of granting a poor and
indispensable pardon. I admit they have
deserved every thing that is evil at your
hands. They have proved the most invete-
rate and powerful of your enemies. They
alone withstood the rapid course of your
conquests, and have withheld from you the