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A03224	The first and second partes of King Edward the Fourth Containing his mery pastime with the tanner of Tamworth, as also his loue to faire Mistrisse Shoare, her great promotion, fall and miserie, and lastly the lamentable death of both her and her husband. Likewise the besieging of London, by the bastard Falconbridge, and the valiant defence of the same by the Lord Maior and the citizens. As it hath diuers times beene publikely played by the Right Honorable the Earle of Derbie his seruants.; King Edward the Fourth	Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.	1600 (1600)	STC 13342; ESTC S106204	101,074	176

THE FIRST AND SECOND partes of King Edward the fourth Contayning his merrie pastime with the Tanner of Tamwoorth as also his loue to fayre Mistresse Shoare her great promotion fall and miserie and lastly the lamentable death of both her and her husband Enter King Edward the Dutches of Yorke the Queene the Lord Howard and sir Thomas Sellinger Dutchesse SOnne I tell ye you haue done you know not what King I haue married a woman else I am deceiued mother Dutch Married a woman married indéed Here is a marriage that befits a King It is no matudile it was done in haste Here is a Bridall and with hell to boote You haue made worke King Faith mother some we haue indéed but ere long you shall see vs make worke for an heire apparant I doubt not nay nay come-come Gods will what chiding stille Dutch O God that ere I livde to see this day King By my faith mother I hope you shal see the night too and in the morning I wil be bold to ●ld you to the Christning Grandmother and Godmother to a Prince of Wales tut mother t is a stirring world Dutch Haue you sent Warwicke into France for this King No by my faith mother I sent Warwicke into France for an other but this by chance being néerer hand and comming in the way I cannot tell how we concluded and now as you see are going about to get a young King Dutch But tell me sonne how will you answere this I st possible your rash vnlawfull act Should not bréed mortail hate betwixt the Realmes What may the French King thinke when he shall heare That whilst you send to entreat about his daughter Basely to take a subiect of your owne What may the Princesse Bona think of this Our noble Cosin Warwicke that great Lord That Center-shaking thunderclap of warre That like a Colum propt the house of Yorke And boare our white Rose brauely in his top When he shall heare his embassage abusor In this but made an instrument by you I know his soule will blush within his bosome And shame will sit in Scarlet on his Brew To haue his honor toucht with this foule blemish Sonne sonne I tell you that is done by you Which yet the child that is vnborne shall rue King Tush mother you are deceiude all true subiectes shall haue cause to thanke God to haue their King borne of a true English woman I tell you it was neuer well since wee imatched with strangers so our children haue béene still like Chickens of the halfe kind but where the rocke and the hen be both of one breede there is like to be birdes of the game heare you mother heare you had I gone to it by fortune I had made your sonnes George and Dicke to haue stoode gaping after the crowne this wench mother is a widow and hath made proofe of her valour and for any thing I know I am as like to do the deed as John Gray her husband was I had rather the people praied to blesse mine heire then selide me an heire hold your peace if you can see there was neuer mother had a to warder sonne why Cosin Howard and Tom Sellinger heard you euer such a coyle about a wife How My soueraigne Lord with patience beare her splaine Your princely mothers zeale is like a riuer That from the free aboundance of the waters Breakes out into this inundation From her aboundant care this rage proceeds O'er swolne with the extremitie of loue Sel. My Lord my Lord auoid a womans humor If you resist this tumor of her will Here you shall haue her dwell vpon this passion Untill she lade and dull our eares againe Séeme you but sorie for what you haue done And straight shée le put the finger in the eye With comfort now since it cannot be helpt But make you shew to iustifie the act If euer other language in her lips Then out vpon it it is abhominable I dare be hangde Say any thing it makes no matter what Then thus be wearied with a womans chat Dutch I I you are the spaniels of the Court And thus you fawn and sooth your wanton king But Edward hadst thou prizde thy maiestie Thou neuer wouldst haue staind thy princely state with the base leauings of a subiects bed Nor borne the blemish of her Bigamie A widow i st not a goodly thing Grayes children come aske blessing of the King Qu. Nay I beséech your Grace my Lady York Euen as you are a Princesse and a widow Thinke not so meanely of my widowhood A spotlesse virgin came I first to Gray With him I liude a true and faithfull wife And since his hie emperiall maiestie Hath pleasde to blesse my poore deiected state With the high Soueraigne title of his Quéene I here protest before the host of heauen I came as chaste a widow to his bed As when a virgin I to Gray was wed King Come come haue done now haue you chid enough Gods fote we were as merie ere she came as any people in Chrstendome I with the mistris and these with the maides onely wee haue no fidlers at our feast but mother you haue made a fit of mirth welcome to Grafton mother by my troth you are euen iust come as I wished you here let vs go to supper and in Charitie giue vs your blessing ere we go to Bedde Dutc. O Edward Edward flie and leaue this place Wherein poore Gllie King thou art inchanted This is her dam of Bedfords worke her mother That hath bewitcht thée Edward my poore childe Dishonour not the Princes of thy land To make the them kneele with reuerence at her féete That ere thou dost empale with soueraintie They would haue scorned to haue looked vpon There 's no such difference twixt the greatest Péere And the poore silliest kitching maide that liues Aais bet wirt thy worthines and hers Quee. I do confesse it yet my Ladie Yorke My mother is a duchesse as you are A Princesse borne the Duke of Bedfords wife And as you know a daughter and a sister Unto the royall bloud of Burgundie But you cannot so basely thinke on me As I do thinke of these vaine worldly titles God from soule my sinne as farre deuide As I am farre from boasting in this pride Selling. Madam she is the mirror of her kind Had she but so much spleene as hath a gnatte Her spirits would startle to abide your taunts She is a Saint and Madam you blaspheme to wrong so sweete a Ladie Duch. Thou art a minion and a flatterer Sellin. Madam but that you are my soueraignes mother I would let you know you wrong a Gentleman Howard Good Cosin Sellinger haue patience Her Graces rage by too much violence Hath spent it selfe alreadie into aire Déere Madam I beseeth you on my knee Tender that louing kindnesse to the Quéene That I dare sweare she doth in soule to you Edw. Well said good Cose I pray thee make them friends why

Loue thy Iane still nay more if more may be kissing her And this is all the harme that at my hands She shall endure for it Oh where my Edward loues It ill beseemes his Queene to grudge thereat King Sayest thou me so Besse on my kingly word Edward will honour thee in heart for this But trust me Besse I greatly was afraid I should not finde ye in so good a tune How now what would our Constable of the Towre Bra. The Queene and misstris Shoare do know my sute Qu. It is for Stranguidge and his men at sea Edward needs must you pardon them King Haue I not vowed the contrarie alreadie Dishonour mee when I haue made a league My word is past and they shall suffer death Or neuermore let mee see France againe Iane Why there is one was but a passenger Shall hee die too King Passe me no passage Iane were he in companie hee dies for companie Qu. Good Iane intreat for them Iane Come Edward I must not take this answere Needs must I haue some grace for Stranguidge King Why Iane haue I not denide my Quéenes Yet what i st Iane I would denie to thee I prethee Brackenburie be not thou displeasde My word is past not one of them shall liue One go see them forth with sent to death Exeunt Enter Clarence Gloster and Shaw Glost. I cannot see this prophesie you speake of Should any way so much displease the King And yet I promise you good Brother Clarence T is such a letter as concernes vs both That G. should put away King Edwards children And sit vpon his throne that G. should well Cla. God blesse the king those two swéet young Princes Glo. Amen good brother Clarence Shaw Amen Glo. And send them all to heauen shortly I beseech him Cla. The Kinges much troubled in his sicknesse with it Glo. I promise you hee is and verie much But Doctor Shaw who prophested that G. should be so sadly ominous to vs Shaw My Lord of Glocester I receiude the same From old Frier Anselme of S. Bartholmewes Glo. A great learned man he was and as I haue heard Hath prophesied of very many things I promise you it troubles me I hope in me his prophesie is true aside Cla. And so it does me I tell you brother Glocester Glo. I am sure it does for looke you brother Clarence We know not how his Highnes will applie it We are but two your selfe my Lord and I Should the young Princes faile which God defend Cla. Which God defend D. Shaw Which God defend Glo. aside But they should be cut off Amen Amen You brother first and should your issue faile Poore I am next the youngest of the thrée But how farre I am from a thought of that Heauen witnes with me that I wish you dead aside Cla. Brother I durst be sworne Glo. God blesse you al and take you to him if it be his will Now brother this prophesie of G. troubling the King He may as well applie it vnto Glocester My Dukedomes name if he be iealious As vnto George your name good brother Clarence God helpe God helpe Ifaith it troubles me You would not thinke how aside that any of you liue Cla. It cannot thuse how innocent I am And how vnspotted are my loyall thoughts Vnto his Highnes and those swéete yong Princes God be my record Glo. Who you I I durst answer for you That I shall cut you off ere it be long aside But reuerend Doctor you can onely tell Being his Highnes Confessor how he takes it aside to Shaw Shaw you know my minde a villaine like my selfe Shaw My Lord of Clarence I must tell your Lordship His Highnes is much troubled in his sicknes With this same prophesie of G. Who is this G Oft times he will demaund then will he sigh And name his brother George your selfe my Lord And then he strikes his breast I promise you This morning in th' extreamest of his fitte He lay so still we all thought he had slept When suddenly George is the G. quoth he And gaue a groane and turnde his face away Cla. God be my witnesse witnesse with my soule My iust and vpright thoughts to him and his I stand so guiltlesse and so innocent As I could wish my breast to be transparent And my thoughts written in great letters there The world might read the secrets of my soule Glo. Ah brother Clarence when you are suspected Well well it is a wicked world the while But shall I tell you brother in plaine tearmes I feare your selfe and I haue enemies About the King God pardon them The world was neuer worser to be trusted Ah brother George where is that loue that was Ah it is banisht brother from the world Ah Conscience Conscience and true brotherhood T is gone t is gone brother I am your friend I am your louing brother your owne selfe And loue you as my soule vse me in what you please And you shall see I le doe a brothers part Send you to heauen I hope ere it be long aside I am a true stampt villaine as euer liude Cla. I know you will then brother I beséech you Pleade you mine innocence vnto the King And in meane time to tell my loyaltie I le kéepe within my house at Bainards Castle Vntill I heare how my dread Soueraigne takes it Glo. Do so good brother Cla. Farewell good brother Gloster Glo. My teares will scarcely let me take my leaue I loue you so Farewell sweet George Exit Cla. So is he gone now Shaw t is in thy power To binde me to thee euerlastingly And there is not one step that I shall rise But I will draw thee with me vnto greatnesse Thou shalt sit in my bosome as my soule Incense the king now being as thou art So neere about him and his Confessor That this G. onely is George Duke of Clarence Doctor thou needst not my instruction Thou hast a searching braine a nimble spirit Able to master any mans affections Effect it Shaw and bring it to passe once I le make thee the greatest Shaw that euer was Sha. My Lord I am going by commaundement Vnto the Marshalsea to Captaine Stranguidge For Pyracie of late condemnde to die There to confesse him and his companie That done I le come with spéed backe to the king And make no doubt but I le effect the thing Glo. Farewell gentle Doctor Sha. Farewell my Lord of Gloster Exit Glo. Let me awake my sléeping wits a while Ha the marke thou aimst at Richard is a crowne And many stand betwixt thee and the same What of all that Doctor play thou thy part I le climbe vp by degrees through many a heart Exit Enter Brackenburie with Vaux the Keeper Bra. Why maister Vaux is there no remedie But instantly they must be led to death Can it not be deferd till after noone Or but two howres in hope to get reprie K. Maister Lieutenant t is in vaine

Brackenburie bowes for you to stand Whil'st I haue limmes or any foote of land Sho. Thus is her glory builded on the sand Iane Thanks good M. Lieutenant of the Towre Sirra prepare my horse why stay you here to Iockie Pray ye commend me to my noble friend The Duke of Clarence now your prisoner Bid him not doubt the kings displeasures past I hope to gaine him fauour and release Br. God grant ye may hée s a noble Gentleman D. Sh. My patrone Gloster will crosse it if he can Enter a Messenger Nuntio Where 's mistris Shoare Ladie I come in post The King hath had a verie dangerous fit Since you came from him twice his maiestie Hath swounded and with much a doe reuiu'de And still as breath will giue him leaue to speake He cals for you the Quéene and all the Lords Haue sent to séeke ye hast vnto his Grace Or else I feare you 'le neuer see his face Ia. O God desend good friends pray for the king More bitter are the newes which he doth bring Then those were swéet I brought to you but late If Edward die confounded is my state I le hast vnto him and will spend my bloud To saue his life or do him any good Exeunt she and the Messenger Sh. And so would I for thée hadst thou béen true But if I die hid all thy pompe adieu Bra. Bra beleeue but I do not like these newes Of the Kings dangerous sicknesse Keeper No nor I Captaine and maister Fludde and all the rest I do reioice your pardon was obtainde Before these newes these inauspicious newes If the king die the state will soone be changde M. Lieutenant you 'l goe to the Tower I le take my leane gallants God buoye all Exeunt Vaux and his traine St. God buoy M. Vaux I was ye ha lost good guests Bra. You shall be my guest for a night or two Cosin till your owne lodging be preparde But tell me sir what meanes hath M. Fludde Stran. I cannot tell I le aske him if ye will Bra. Do so and if his fortunes be debasde I le entertaine him if hee le dwell with me On good condition Stran. M. Mathew Fludde He are ye my Cosin Brackenburies mind He hath conceiude such liking of your parts That if your meanes surmount not his suppose Hée le entertaine ye gladly at the Tower To waite on him and put ye in great trust Sho. In what I undertake I will be iust And hold me happie if my diligence May please so worthie a Gentleman as he What ere my fortunes haue béene they are now Such as to seruice make their maister bow Bra. No Fludde more like a friend fellow mate I meane to vse thee then a seruitor And place thee in some credit in the Tower And giue thée meanes to liue in some good sort Sh. I thanke ye sir God grant I may deserue it Bra. Cosin and all your crue come home with me Where after sorrow we may merrie be Sho. The Tower will be a place of secret rest Where I may heare good newes bad and vse the best God blesse the king a worse may wear the crown And then Iane Shoare thy credit will come down For though I le neuer bed nor bord with thee Yet thy destruction with I not to see Because I lou'de thee when thou wast my wife Not for now sauing my disdained life Which lasts too long God graut vs both to mend Well I must in my seruice to attend Exit The Lord Louell and Doctor Shaw meet on the stage Sha. Well met my good Lord Louell Lo. Whither away so fast goes Doctor Shaw Sha. Why to the Tower to shriue the Duke of Clarence Who as I heare is falne so grieuous sicke As it is thought be can by no meanes scape Lo. He neither can nor shall I warrant thee Sh. I hope my Lord he is not dead alreadie Lo. But I hope sir he is I am sure I saw him dead Of a Flies death drownd in a butte of Malmesey Sha. Dround in a butte of Malmesey that is strange Doubtlesse he neuer would misdoe himselfe Lo. No that thou knowest right well he had some helpers Thy hand was in it with the Duke of Glosters As smothly as thou séekst to couer it Sha. Oh fowle words my Lord no more of that The world knowes nothing then what should I feare Doth not your honour séeke promotion Oh giue the Doctor then a little leaue So that he gaine preferment with a King Cares not who goes to wracke whose heart doth wring Lo. A King what King Sh. Wy Richard man who else good Lord I see Wise men sometimes haue weake capacitie Lo. Why is not Edward liuing and if he were not Hath be not children what shall become of them Sh. Why man lining for beds a knife or so What make a boy a King and a man by Richard a man for vs fie that were a shame Nay then I sée if Edward were deceast Which way the game would go Sha. What else my Lord That way the current of our fortune runnes By noble Richard gallant royall Richard He is the man must onely doe vs good So I haue honour let me swimme through bloud My Lord be but at Pauls crosse on Sunday next I hope I haue it here shall soundly proue King Edwards children not legitimate Nay and that for Edward ruling now And George the Duke of Clarence so late dead Their mother hapt to tread the shoe awry Why what is Richard then Sha. Tut lawfull man he saies it so himselfe And what he saies I le be so hold to sweare Though in my soule I know it otherwise Beware promotion while you liue my Lord Enter Catesbie Ca. A staffe a staffe a thousand crownes for a staffe Lo. What staffe sir William Catesbie Ca. Why man a white staffe for my lord Protector Lo. Why is King Edward dead Ca. Dead Louel dead and Richard our good Lord Is made Protector of the sweete young Prince Oh for a staffe where might I haue a staffe That I might first present it to his hand Sh. Now do I smell two Bishopricks at least My sermon shall be pepperd sound for this Enter mistris Shoare weeping Iockie following Ca. Why how now mistris Shoare what put finger in the ese Nay then I see you haue some cause to crie Lo. I blame her not her chiefest stay is gene The onely staffe she had to leane vpon I see by her these tidings are too true Ia. I my Lord Louell they are too true indeed Royall King Edward now hath breath'd his last The Quéene turnd out and euerie friend put by None now admitted but whom Richard please Lo. Why doubtlesse Richard wil be kind to you Iane Ah my Lord Louell God blesse me from his kindnes No sooner was the white staffe in his hand But finding me and the right wofull Queene Sadly bemoning such a mightie losse Here is no place quoth he you must

so much as I doe But by thy onely mercie to preserue it Untill I loose it for my charitie Thou giu'st me more then euer I can pay Then do thy pleasure executioner And now farewell kind vertuous mistris Shoare In heauen wée le méete againe in earth no more Here he is executed Ia. Farewel farewel thou for thy almes dost die And I must end here starude in miserie In life my friend in death I le not forsake thee Thou goest to heauen I hope to ouertake thee Sho. O world what art thou man euen from his birth Findes nothing else but miserie on earth Thou neuer world scorn'dst mée so much before But I vaine world do hate thee ten times more I am glad I féele approaching death so nie World thou hatest mée I thée vaine world defie I pray yee yet good master officers Do but this kindnesse to poore wretched soules As let vs haue the buriall of our friend It is but so much labour saude for you She. There take his body bury it where you wil So it be quickly done out of the way Exit Sherife and Officers Ia. What 's he that begs the buriall of my friend And hath so oftentimes relieued mee Ah gentle sir to comfort my sad woe Let mee that good kind man of mercie know Sho. Ah Iane now there is none but thou and I Looke on mee well knowest thou thy Ma. Shoare Ia. My Husband then breake and liue no more She swounds and he supports her in his armes Sho. Ah my déere Iane comfort thy heauie soule Go not away so soone a little stay A little little while that thou and I Like man and wife may here together die Iane How can I looke vpon my husbands face That shamde my self and wrought his déep disgrace Sho. Iane be content our woes are now alike With one selfe rod thou séest God doth vs strike If for thy sinne I le pray to heauen for thee And if for mine do thou as much for mee Iane Ah Shoare i st possible thou canst forgiue mée Shoare Yes Iane I doc Iane I cannot hope thou wilt My faults so great that I cannot expect it Sho. I faith I doe as fréely from my soule As at Gods hands I hope to be forgiuen Ia. Then God reward thée for we now must part I féele cold death doth seize vpon my heart Sho. And hee is come to mee here he lies I féele him readie to close vp mine eies Lend mée thy hand to burie this our friend And then we both will hasten to our end Here they put the bodie of young Aire into a Coffin and then he fits downe on the one side of it and she on the other Iane sit thou there here I my place will haue Giue mée thy hand thus wée embrace our graue Ah Iane he that the depth of woe will see Let him but now behold our miserie But be content this is the best of al Lower then now we are wée cannot fall Iane Ah I am faint how happie Aire art thou Not féeling that which doth afflict vs now Sho. Oh happie graue to vs this comfort giuing Here lies two liuing dead here one dead liuing Here for his sake loe this we doe for thee Thou lookste for one and art possest of thrée Ia. Oh dying marriage oh swéet married death Thou graue which only shouldst part faithfull friends Bringst vs togither and dost ioyne our hands Oh liuing death euen in this dying life Yet ere I go once Mathew kisse thy wife He kisseth her and she dies S. Ah my swéet Iane farewel farewel poore soule Now tyrant Richard doo the worst thou canst She doth defie thée oh vnconstant world Here lies a true Anatomie of thee A King had all my ioy that her inioyde And by a King againe shee was destroyde All ages of my kingly woes shall tell Once more inconstant world farewell farewell he dies Enter sir Robert Brackenburie with two or three of his seruants Bra. Sirs if the King or else the Duke of Buckingham Do send for me I will attend them straight But what are these here openly lie dead Oh God the one is mistris Shoare this is Floud That was my man the third is master Aire Who suffered death for his reléeuing her They shall not thus lie in the open way Lend me your hands and heauie hearts withall At mine owne charge lie giue them buriall They beare them thence Enter King Richard crowned Buckingham Aire of Warwicke Louell Catesbie Fogge and attendants Richard Most noble Lords since it hath pleased you Beyond our expectation on yeur bounties T' impale my temples with the Diademe How farre my quiet thoughts haue euer béene From this great majesticke soureraigntie Heauen best can witnesse I am your King Long may I be so to deserue your loue But I will be a seruant to you all Pray God my broken sléeps may giue you rest But onely that my bloud doth chalenge it Being your lawfull Prince by true succession I could haue wisht with all my heart I could This maiestie had sitten on the browe Of any other so much do I affect a priuate life To spend my dates in contemplation But since that heauen and you will haue it so I take the crowne as méekely at your hands As free and pure from an ambitious thought As any new borne babe Thus must thou Richard Séeme as a saint to men in outward shew aside Being a verie diuell in thy heart Thus must thou couer all thy villanies And kéepe them close from ouerlookers eyes Buck. My Soueraigne by the generall consent Of all the Lords aud commons of the land I tender to your royall maiestie This princely Lady the Lady Anne of Warwick Iudged the onely worthiest of your loue To be your highnes bride faire Englands Quéen Rich. My royall Princely Cosin Buckingham I see you striue to blesse mee more and more Your bountie is so large and ample to mee You ouerflow my spirits with your great loue I willingly accept this vertuous Princesse And crowne her Angell beautie with my loue Lo. Then as the hand of your high parliament I giue her here vnto your maiestie Rich. Lord Louell I as heartily receiue her Welcome faire Queene C. And from the Lords commons of your land I giue the frée and voluntarie oath Of their allegeance to your maiesty As to their soueraigne and liege Lord and Ladie Richard the third beauteous Anne his Quéene The true and lawfull King Quéene of England Rich. I doe accept it Catesbie and returne Exchange of mutuall and partie loue Now Fogge too that in your traiterous Libels Besides the counterfeiting of our hand and seale For Rufford though so great a fault deserude To suffer death as hee alreadie hath Going about to slubber our renowne And wound vs with reproach and infamie Yet Fogge that thou thy selfe maist plainely see How farre I am from séeking sharp reuenge Fogge I forgiue thee and withall wee doe Repeale our heauie sentence gainst Shoares wife Restoring all her goods for we intend With all the world now to be perfect friends Cat. Why my good Lord you knew shée s dead alreadie R. True Catesbie else I nere had spoke such words aside Alas I see our kindnesse comes too late For Catesbie tels me she is dead alreadie Cat. I my good Lord so is her husband too Rich. Would they had liude to see our friendly change But Catesbie say where dide Shoare and his wife Cat. Where Aire was hangde for giuing her reliefe There both of them round circkling his cold graue And arme in arme departed from this life The people for the loue they beare to her And her kind husband pittying his wrongs For euer after meane to call the ditch Shoares Ditch as in the memorie of them Their bodies in the Friers minorites Are in one graue enterred all together But mistris Blage for ingratitude To mistris Shoare lies dead vnburied And no one will afford her buriall Ric. But mistris Blage she shal haue burial too What now we must be friends indeed we must And now my Lords I giue you all to know In memorie of our eternall loue I do ordaine an order of the Bathe Twelue knights in number of that royall sort Which order with all princely ceremonies Shall be obserued in all royall pompe As Edwards our forefather of the Barter Which feast our selfe and our beloued Quéene Will presently solemnize in our person Buc. Now am I bold to put your grace in mind Of my long suite and partly your owne promise The Earle of Herefords lands Rich. Cosin wée le better thinke on that here after Buc. My pains my Lord hath not deserude delay Ric. Wil you appoint our time then you shal stay For this hote hastinesse sir you shall stay Moone us no more you were best Buc. I Richard is it come to this In my first suite of all dost thou denie mee Breake thine own word turne me off so slieghtly Richard thoud hadst as good haue damnde thy soule As basely thus to deale with Buckingham Richard I le sit vpon thy crumped shoulder I faith I will if heauen will giue me leaue And Harrie Richmond this hand alone Shall fetch thée home and seat thee in his throne Exit Rich. What is he gone in heat why farewell bee He is displeasde let him be pleasde againe We haue no time to thinke on angrie men Come my swéet Quéene let vs go solemnize Our Knighthoods order in most royall wise Exeunt FINIS