3368Thus farre with rough, and all-vnable Pen,

3369Our bending Author hath pursu'd the Story,

3370In little roome confining mightie men,

3371Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.

3372Small time: but in that small, most greatly liued

3373This Starre of England. Fortune made his Sword;

3374By which, the Worlds best Garden he atchieued:

3375And of it left his Sonne Imperiall Lord.

3376Henry the Sixt, in Infant Bands crown'd King

3377Of France and England, did this King succeed:

3378Whose State so many had the managing,

3379That they lost France, and made his England bleed:

3380Which oft our Stage hath showne; and for their sake,

3381In your faire minds let this acceptance take.

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