Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. And may our Oathes well kept and prosp'rous be.
King. Senet.
King. Exeunt.
King. [Epilogue]
King. Enter Chorus.
King. Thus farre with rough, and all-vnable Pen,
King. Our bending Author hath pursu'd the Story,
King. In little roome confining mightie men,
King. Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.
King. Small time: but in that small, most greatly liued
King. This Starre of England. Fortune made his Sword;
King. By which, the Worlds best Garden he atchieued:
King. And of it left his Sonne Imperiall Lord.
King. Henry the Sixt, in Infant Bands crown'd King
King. Of France and England, did this King succeed:
King. Whose State so many had the managing,
King. That they lost France, and made his England bleed:
King. Which oft our Stage hath showne; and for their sake,
King. In your faire minds let this acceptance take.
King. FINIS.