Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
3 Enter a Souldier in the Woods, seeking Timon.
Sol. Sol.
Sol. By all description this should be the place.
Sol. Whose heere? Speake hoa. No answer? What is this?
Sol. Tymon is dead, who hath out‑stretcht his span,
Sol. Some Beast reade this; There do's not liue a Man.
Sol. Dead sure, and this his Graue, what's on this Tomb,
Sol. I cannot read: the Charracter Ile take with wax,
Sol. Our Captaine hath in euery Figure skill;
Sol. An ag'd Interpreter, though yong in dayes:
Sol. Before proud Athens hee's set downe by this,
Sol. Whose fall the marke of his Ambition is.
Sol. Exit.
Sol. [Act 5, Scene 4]
Sol. Trumpets sound. Enter Alcibiades with his Powers
Sol. before Athens.
Alc. Alc.
Alc. Sound to this Coward, and lasciuious Towne,
Alc. Our terrible approach.
Alc. Sounds a Parly.