Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen,

3369Our bending author hath pursued the story,

3370In little room confining mighty men,

3371Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.

3372Small time, but in that small most greatly lived

3373This star of England. Fortune made his sword,

3374By which the world's best garden he achieved,

3375And of it left his son imperial lord.

3376Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crowned 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 shown; and for their sake,

3381In your fair minds let this acceptance take.