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Timon of Athens

Act V, Scene 2

Before the walls of Athens.
 
[Enter two Senators and a Messenger]
 
FIRST SENATOR
        ,           ,   2         ,         ,          ,
      Thou hast | painfully | discov|ered: are | his files
           ,        ,        ,
      As full | as thy | report?
 
MESSENGER
                                  2       ,           ,
                                 I have spoke | the least.
          ,          ,    ,        ,   2    ,      2      ,
      Besides | his ex|pedi|tion prom|ises pres|ent approach.  ????
 
SECOND SENATOR
       .   T     T   T        ,           ,         ,     2->
      We stand much haz|ard, if | they bring | not Ti||mon.
 
MESSENGER
         ,        ,   2    ,          ,          ,
      I met | a cour|ier, one | mine an|cient friend,
              ,          ,        ,         ,        ,
      Whom though | in gene|ral part | we were | opposed,
                 ,    ,      ,          ,   2     ,
      Yet our / old love | made a | partic|ular force,
            ,     .   T     T     T            ,         ,      2->
      And made | us speak like friends.| This^man | was rid||ing
            ,    ,   ,        ,         ,
      From Al|cibi|ades | to Tim|on's cave,
            ,        ,       ,        ,        ,      2->
      With let|ters of | entreat|y, which | impor||ted
           ,       ,      2      ,         ,            x
      His fel|lowship | in the cause | against | your city,
           ,       2      ,      ,
      In part | for his sake | moved.
 
FIRST SENATOR
                                               ,          ,
                                      Here | come our | brothers.
 
[Enter the Senators from TIMON]
 
THIRD SENATOR
       T   T   .  T        ,     2    ,        ,
      No talk of Tim|on, noth|ing of him | expect,
           ,   2      ,         ,           ,        ,       2->
      The en|emies' drum | is heard,| and fear|ful scour||ing
             ,          ,           ,     ,             ,
      Doth choke | the air | with dust:| in, and | prepare,
        ,             ,        ,          ,          ,
      Ours is | the fall | I fear,| our foes | the snare.
 
[Exeunt]

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