HENRY THE FIFTH

Epilogue

(Enter Chorus)
l1l	Chorus	Thus far with rough and all-unable pen
l2l		Our bending author hath pursued the story,
l3l		In little room confining mighty men,
l4l		Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.
l5l		Small time, but in that small most greatly lived
l6l		This star of England. Fortune made his sword,
l7l		By which the world’s best garden he achieved,
l8l		And of it left his son imperial lord.
l9l		Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crowned king
l10l		Of France and England, did this king succeed,
l11l		Whose state so many had the managing
l12l		That they lost France and made his England bleed,
l13l		Which oft our stage hath shown—and, for their sake,
l14l		In your fair minds let this acceptance take.
		(Exit)