The quarto of 1609, the undated quarto, and the folio have,

P. 179. (70)

"O churle, drinke all, and left no friendly drop,
To helpe me after?"

"O happy dagger!

This is thy sheath [Stabs herself]; there rest, and let me die."

The first quarto has,

"O happy dagger thou shalt end my feare,

Rest in my bosome, thus I come to thee."—

there rust

The other old eds. read as in the text, except that they have “. and let me die," where I believe "rust" to be a decided error: at such a moment the thoughts of Juliet were not likely to wander away to the future rusting of the dagger.-(Steevens says, "The alteration 'rust' was probably made by the poet, when he introduced the words, 'This is thy sheath: "—a remark which I do not understand.)

Mr. Collier's Ms. Corrector gives “———— the mouth of outery," &c.,-which is very specious: but Mr. Collier himself allows that "perhaps outrage' is to be taken in the general sense of disturbance;" and it is worth notice that Johnson (Dict. sub " Outrage") has cited a passage from a comparatively recent poet (Philips) where "this word seems to be used for mere commotion."

TIMON OF ATHENS.

Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Banditti, and Attendants.

SCENE-Athens, and the woods adjoining.

TIMON OF ATHENS.

ACT I.

SCENE I. Athens. A hall in TIMON's house.

Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others, at several doors.

Poet. Good day, sir.

Pain.

I am glad you're well.

Poet. I have not seen you long: how goes the world?
Pain. It wears, sir, as

Poet.

it grows.

Ay, that's well known:

But what particular rarity? what strange,
Which manifold record not matches? See,
Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power
Hath conjur❜d to attend. I know the merchant.
Pain. I know them both; th' other's a jeweller.
Mer. O, 'tis a worthy lord.

Jew.

Nay, that's most fix'd.
Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd, as it were,
To an untirable and continuate goodness:

Mer. O, pray, let's see 't: for the Lord Timon, sir?
Jew. If he will touch the estimate: but, for that-

Poet [reciting to himself]. "When we for recompense have
prais'd the vile,

It stains the glory in that happy verse

Which aptly sings the good."

Mer.

'Tis a good form. [Looking at the jewel.

Jew. And rich: here is a water, look ye.