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P. 147.-277.-409.

Now, my good lord, go off:
You flow to great destruction; come, my lord.

I think destruction is the right word.


P. 149.-281.-413.

O pretty, pretty pledge!
Thy master now lies thinking in his bed

Of thee, and me; and sighs and takes my glove,
And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,

As I kiss thee.- Nay, do not snatch it from me ;
He, that takes that, must take my heart withal.

I think Dr. Thirlby is right.

· P. 150.-282.-414.

Dio. I do not like this fooling.

Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you,
pleases me best.

I think, with Sir Thomas Hanmer, that this speech should be given to Troilus.


P. 152.-283.-416.

Cressid was here but now.

Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood!

Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage
To stubborn criticks-apt, without a theme,
For depravation,-to square the general sex
By Cressid's rule.

Criticks here means censurers. Critical is used for satirical in the Second Act of Othello.

P. 156.-287.-422.

Hect. By all the everlasting gods, I'll go.

And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.

I heartily agree with Mr. Steevens.

P. 157.-288.-423.

And. O! be persuaded: do not count it holy
To hurt by being just: it is as lawful,

For we would give much, to use violent thefts,
And rob in the behalf of charity.

I think Mr. Malone is right in adopting the emendation proposed by Mr. Tyrwhitt.




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Ay, that's well known:


Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.


But what particular rarity? what strange,

Which manifold record not matches?

agree with Monk Mason and Malone.

P. 336.-6.-465.

Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication
To the great lord.


A thing slipp'd idly from me.

Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
From whence 'tis nourished.

I think oozes is the right word.


P. 338.-8.-468.

what a mental power

This eye shoots forth! how big imagination
Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture
One might interpret.

I think Mr. Steevens is clearly right.

P. 339.-8.-469.

Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.

Here is a touch; Is't good?


I'll say of it,

It tutors nature: artificial strife

Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

I think Dr. Johnson's explanation of artificial strife is the true one.

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Poet. The senators of Athens ;-happy men!

Pain. Look, more.

Certainly either reading will do, but I incline to prefer Theobald's.

P. 341.-10.-472.

Apemantus, that few things loves better

Than to abhor himself: even he drops down
The knee before him, and returns in peace,
Most rich in Timon's nod.

I rather incline to believe that Ritson is right.



Noble Ventidius! Well;
I am not of that feather, to shake off
My friend when he must need me.

If this be the true reading, it is rightly explained by Mr. Malone; but I cannot help suspecting that Theobald's is the true reading, when he most needs me.

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The passage is, I think, obscure; I can hardly think that the emendation proposed by Dr. Johnson is right, and am not quite satisfied with the explanation given of the text as it stands.

P. 348.-16.-481.

Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus! Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morrow; When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest. Malone is right.


P. 349.-18-484.

Heavens, that I were a lord!

Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus?

Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with
my heart.

Tim. What, thyself?

Apem. Ay.

Tim. Wherefore?

Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.

This passage I cannot understand. I am not atisfied with any of the explanations; Mr. Malone's is ingenious, and I incline to prefer it to the others.

P. 351.-20.-486.

1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus?
Apem. Time to be honest.

1 Lord. That time serves still.

Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st it.

I think Ritson's emendation should be received.

P. 353.-21.-489.

Tim. I gave it freely ever; and there's none
Can truly say, he gives, if he receives :

If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
To imitate them; faults that are rich, are fair.

I think these lines should be altered as Dr.
Johnson proposes.
Dr. Warburton is clearly


P. 354.-23.-490.

Tim. Go, let him have a table by himself;
For he does neither affect company,

Nor is he fit for it, indeed.

Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon;

I come to observe; I give thee warning on't.

I agree with Mr. Ritson.

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