Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMONSoldier
By all description this should be the place.
Who′s here? speak, ho! No answer! What is this?
Timon is dead, who hath outstretch′d his span:
Some beast rear′d this; there does not live a man.
Dead, sure; and this his grave. What′s on this tomb
I cannot read; the character I′ll take with wax:
Our captain hath in every figure skill,
An aged interpreter, though young in days:
Before proud Athens he′s set down by this,
Whose fall the mark of his ambition is.
Exit
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