[165] Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe
Not to behold—
Biron. [Aside to Moth] Once to behold, rogue.
Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes,
—with your sun-beamed eyes—
[170] Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet;
You were best call it ‘daughter-beamed eyes.’
Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me out.
[173] Biron. Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue! [Exit Moth.
[174] Ros. What would these strangers? know their minds, Boyet: