Henry V
[Enter Chorus] | ||
Chorus | Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen, | |
Our bending author hath pursued the story, | ||
In little room confining mighty men, | ||
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. | ||
Small time, but in that small most greatly lived | 5 | |
This star of England: Fortune made his sword; | ||
By which the world’s best garden be achieved, | ||
And of it left his son imperial lord. | ||
Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown’d King | ||
Of France and England, did this king succeed; | 10 | |
Whose state so many had the managing, | ||
That they lost France and made his England bleed: | ||
Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their sake, | ||
In your fair minds let this acceptance take. | ||
[Exit] |
Henry V, Scenes