I'll cheer up My discontented troops, and play for hearts. 'Tis honour with most hands to be at odds] [Warburton had substituted "hands" for "lands"] I think _hands_ is very properly substituted for _lands_. In the foregoing line, for, _lay for hearts_, I would read, _play_ for _hearts_. III.vi.4 (339,7) Upon that were my thoughts tiring] A hawk, I think, is said to _tire_, when she amuses herself with pecking a pheasant's wing, or any thing that puts her in mind of prey. To _tire_ upon a thing, is therefore, to be _idly employed upon it_. III.vi.100 (342,9) Is your perfection] Your _perfection_, is _the highest of your excellence_. III.vi.101 (342,1) and spangled you with flatteries] [W: with your] The present reading is right. III.vi.106 (342,2) time-flies] Flies of a season. III.vi. 107 (342,5) minute-jacks!] Hanmer thinks it means _Jack-a-lantern_, which shines and disappears in an instant. What it was I know not; but it was something of quick motion, mentioned in Richard III. III.vi.108 (342,4) the infinite malady] Every kind of disease incident to man and beast. IV.i.19 (344,6) Degrees, observances, customs and laws, Decline to your confounding contraries, And yet confusion live!] Hanmer reads, _let_ confusion; but the meaning may be, _though by such confusion all things seem to hasten to dissolution_, yet _let not dissolution come, but the miseries of_ confusion _continue._ IV.ii (345,1) Enter Flavius] Nothing contributes more to the exaltation of Timon's character than the zeal and fidelity of his servants. Nothing but real virtue can be honoured by domesticks; nothing but impartial kindness can gain affection from dependants. IV.ii.10 (345,2) So his familiars from his buried fortunes/Slink all away] The old copies have _to_ instead of _from_. The correction is Hanmer's; but the old reading might stand (see 1765, VI, 231, 2) IV.ii.38 (346,4) strange unusual blood] Of this passage, I suppose, every reader would wish for a correction; but the word, harsh as it is, stands fortified by the rhyme, to which, perhaps, it owes its introduction. I know not what to propose. Perhaps, --_strange unusual_ mood, may, by some, be thought better, and by others worse. IV.iii.1 (347,5) O blessed, breeding sun] [W: blessing breeding] I do not see that this emendation much strengthens the sense. IV.iii.2 (347,6) thy sister's orb] That is, the moon's, this _sublunary_ world.