Alcibiadesyour plague; you his,
row them.
Alcibiadeswrath.
Timonhath made his euerlasting Mansion
Timonhath done his Raigne.
His discontents are vnremoueably coupled to Na
ture.
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<head type="supplied">[Act 5, Scene 3]</head>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Souldier in the Woods, seeking Timon.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tim-sol">
<speaker rend="italic">Sol.</speaker>
<l n="2411">By all description this should be the place.</l>
<l n="2412">Whose heere? Speake hoa. No answer? What is this?</l>
<l n="2413">
<hi rend="italic">Tymon</hi>is dead, who hath out‑stretcht his span,</l>
<l n="2414">Some Beast reade this; There do's not liue a Man.</l>
<l n="2415">Dead sure, and this his Graue, what's on this Tomb,</l>
<l n="2416">I cannot read: the Charracter Ile take with wax,</l>
<l n="2417">Our Captaine hath in euery Figure skill;</l>
<l n="2418">An ag'd Interpreter, though yong in dayes:</l>
<l n="2419">Before proud Athens hee's set downe by this,</l>
<l n="2420">Whose fall the marke of his Ambition is.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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