<SPEECH 1><ACT 3><SCENE 5><53%>
<SENATOR 3>	<52%>
	What!
</SENATOR 3>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 5><SCENE 2><95%>
<SENATOR 3>	<95%>
	No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect.
	The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring
	Doth choke the air with dust. In, and prepare:
	Ours is the fall, I fear; our foes the snare.
</SENATOR 3>

