Enter Pantheus.
What, my Pantheus!
Where hast thou been this long long year of hours?
Panth. Where I have past a merry morning's walk,
With the best company.
Cleom. With whom?
Panth. Why with myself, in laughing at the world,
Making a farce of life, where knaves, and fools,
And madmen, that's all human kind, were actors.