No Fear Shakespeare: Timon of Athens: Act 5 Scene 3

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Enter a SOLDIER in the woods, seeking TIMON.	Enter a SOLDIER in the woods, seeking TIMON.
SOLDIER By all description this should be the place. Who’s here? Speak, ho! No answer? What is this? He reads an epitaph: TIMON is dead, who hath out-stretched his span. Some beast read this; there does not live a man. 5 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.	SOLDIER By all description this should be the place. Who’s here? Speak, ho! No answer? What is this? He reads an epitaph: TIMON is dead, who hath out-stretched his span. Some beast read 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, Whose fall the mark of his ambition is.
He exits.	He exits.

Original Text	Modern Text
Enter a SOLDIER in the woods, seeking TIMON.	Enter a SOLDIER in the woods, seeking TIMON.
SOLDIER By all description this should be the place. Who’s here? Speak, ho! No answer? What is this? He reads an epitaph: TIMON is dead, who hath out-stretched his span. Some beast read this; there does not live a man. 5 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.	SOLDIER By all description this should be the place. Who’s here? Speak, ho! No answer? What is this? He reads an epitaph: TIMON is dead, who hath out-stretched his span. Some beast read 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, Whose fall the mark of his ambition is.
He exits.	He exits.