Enter Chorus.
Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen,
Our bending author hath pursued the story,
3370In little room confining mighty men,
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.
Small time, but in that small most greatly lived
This star of England. Fortune made his sword,
By which the world's best garden he achieved,
3375And of it left his son imperial lord.
Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crowned King
Of France and England, did this king succeed,
Whose state so many had the managing
That they lost France and made his England bleed,
3380Which oft our stage hath shown; and for their sake,
In your fair minds let this acceptance take.