Chapter 13

Enter Mucedorus solus.

MUCEDORUS. It was my will an hour ago and more, As was my promise for to make return; But other business hind’red my pretence: It is a world to see, when man appoints, And purposely one certain thing decrees, How many things may hinder his intent. What one would wish, the same is farthest off. But yet th’ appointed time cannot be past, Nor hath her presence yet prevented me. Well, here I will stay, and expect her coming.

[_They cry within, ‘Hold him, stay him, hold!’_]

Some one or other is pursued, no doubt, Perhaps some search for me; ’tis good To doubt the worst, therefore I’ll be gone.

[_Exit._]