Exeunt.
[Scene Thirteenth. The Same.[1900]]
Enter Mal.
[Mal]. Am I alone? doth not my mother come?
Her torch I see not, which I well might see,
If any way she were comming toward me:
Why, then, belike shees gone some other way;
And may she go till I bid her turne! 5
Farre shall her way be then, and little faire,
For she hath hindered me of my good turne;