[Enter Mucedorus solus.]
MUCEDORUS. It was my will an hour ago and more, As was my promise, for to make return, But other business hindered 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'll 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 begone.
[Exit.]
