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 rear'd this; here 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 ag'd interpreter, though young in days;

    Before proud Athens he's set down by this,

    Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. Exit