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