The Chorus again apologizes for the inadequacies of the theatre in presenting so great a subject. He reminds the audience that Henry died young, leaving the throne to his infant son, under whose reign all France was lost to England, as the Henry VI plays show. (14 lines)
Enter Chorus as Epilogue. CHORUS.
Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen,
Our bending author hath pursu’d 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
This star of England. Fortune made his sword;
By which the world’s best garden he 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;
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.