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SOLDIER

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 read this; there does not live a man.
Dead, sure; and this his grave. What’s on this tomb [5]
I cannot read. The character I’ll take with wax;
Our captain hath in every figure skill,
An ag’d interpreter, though young in days.

Before proud Athens he’s set down by this,
Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. [10]
[Exit]

Scene IV IT

Trumpets sound. Enter Alcibiades with his Powers before Athens.

ALCIBIADES
Sound to this coward and lascivious town
Our terrible approach.
[Sounds a parley]

The Senators appear upon the walls.
Till now you have gone on, and fill’d the time
With all licentious measure, making your wills
The scope of justice; till now, myself and such [5]

As slept within the shadow of your power
Have wander’d with our travers’d arms, and breath’d
Our sufferance vainly. Now the time is flush,
When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong,

Cries, of itself, “no more”. Now breathless wrong [10]
Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of lase,
And pursy insolence shall break his wind
With fear and horrid flight.

FIRST SENATOR

Noble, and young:
When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit,