[--or, were you both our mothers
I care no more for, than I do for heaven.
So I were not his sister]
[W: I can no more fear, than I do fear heav'n.] I do not much yield
to this emendation; yet I have not been able to please myself with
any thing to which even my own partiality can give the preference.
Sir Thomas Banner reads,
_Or were you both our mothers_.
I cannot ask for more than that of heaven.
_So I were not his sister_; can be no other
Way _I your daughter_, but _he must be my brother_?
I.iii.171 (30,6) [can't no other, But, I your daughter, he must be my
brother?] The meaning is obscur'd by the elliptical diction. Can
_it_ be _no other_ way, but if _I_ be _your daughter he must be my
brother_?
I.iii.178 (30,8) [Your salt tears' head] The force, the fountain of
your tears, the cause of your grief.
I.iii.208 (31,9) [captious and intenible sieve] The word _captious_ I
never found in this sense; yet I cannot tell what to substitute,
unless _carious,_ for _rotten_, which yet is a word more likely to have
been mistaken by the copyers than used by the author.