Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With senators on the bench; this is it
That makes the wappen'd widow wed again;
She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores
Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
To the April day again. Come, damned earth,
Thou common whore of mankind, that putt'st odds
Among the rout of nations, I will make thee
Do thy right nature.--[March afar off.]
Ha! a drum? thou'rt quick,
But yet I'll bury thee: thou'lt go, strong thief,
When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand:
Nay, stay thou out for earnest.

[Keeping some gold.]

[Enter ALCIBIADES, with drum and fife, in warlike
manner; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA.]

ALCIBIADES.
What art thou there? speak.

TIMON.
A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart,
For showing me again the eyes of man!

ALCIBIADES.
What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,
That art thyself a man?