I.ii.99 (293,7) O joy, e'en made away, ere it can be born!] For this Hanmer writes, _O joy, e'en made a joy ere't can be born_; and is followed by Dr. Warburton. I am always inclinable to think well of that which is approved by so much learning and sagacity, yet cannot receive this alteration. Tears being the effect both of joy and grief, supplied our author with an opportunity of conceit, which he seldom fails to indulge. Timon, weeping with a kind of tender pleasure, cries out, _O joy, e'en made away_, destroyed, turned to tears, before _it can be born_, before it can be fully possessed. I.ii.110 (293,8) Mine eyes cannot hold water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink to you] In the original edition the words stand thus: _mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks. To forget their faults, I drink to you_. Perhaps the true reading is this, _Mine eyes cannot hold out_; they _water. Methinks, to forget their faults, I will drink to you_. Or it may be explained without any change. _Mine eyes cannot hold out water_, that is, cannot keep water from breaking in upon them, (see 1765, VI, 186, 2) I.ii.113 (294,9) _Apem_. Thou weep'st to make them drink] Hanmer reads, --_to make then drink_ thee, and is again followed by Dr. Warburton, I think without sufficient reason. The covert sense of Apemantus is, _what thou losest, they get_. I.ii.118 (294,1) like a babe] That is a _weeping babe_. I.ii.138 (295,3) They dance! They are mad women. Like madness is the glory of this life, As this pomp shews to a little oil and root] [Warburton conjectured some lines lost after the second verse] When I read this passage, I was at first of the same opinion with this learned man; but, upon longer consideration, I grew less confident, because I think the present reading susceptible of explanation, with no more violence to language than is frequently found in our author. _The glory of this life is very near to madness_, as may be made appear from _this pomp_, exhibited in a place where a philosopher is feeding on _oil and roots_. When we see by example how few are the necessaries of life, we learn what madness there is in so much superfluity. I.ii.146 (296,5) who dies, that bears/Not one spurn to their graves, of their friends gift?] That is, given them by their friends.(1773) I.ii.155 (297,6) mine own device] The mask appears to have been design'd by Timon to surprise his guests. I.ii.157 (297,7) _L Lady_. My lord, you take us even at the best] This answer seems rather to belong to one of the ladies. It was probably only mark'd _L_ in the copy. I.ii.169 (298,1) 'Tis pity, bounty has not eyes behind] To see the miseries that are following her. I.ii.170 (298,2) That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind] For nobleness of soul. I.ii.176 (298,3) to/Advance this jewel] To prefer it; to raise it to honour by wearing it. I.ii.230 (300,6) all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field. _Alc._ I' defiled land, my lord]