[last lines]
Chorus:
Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen, our bending author hath pursued the story, in little room confining mighty men, angling 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 crowned 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.
[closes the doors to the English court]
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