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The woods. Timon's cave, and a rude tomb seen.
Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON.

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, (10)

Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. [Exit.

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