[Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON]
- Soldier. By all description this should be the place.
Who's here? speak, ho! No answer! What is this?
2545 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,
2550 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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