Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Mes. In part for his sake mou'd.
Mes. Enter the other Senators.
1 1
1 Heere come our Brothers.
3 3
3 No talke of Timon, nothing of him expect,
3 The Enemies Drumme is heard, and fearefull scouring
3 Doth choake the ayre with dust: In, and prepare,
3 Ours is the fall I feare, our Foes the Snare.
3 Exeunt
3 [Act 5, Scene 3]
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;