Not to behold'--

BEROWNE.
'Once to behold,' rogue.

MOTH.
'Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes--with your
sun-beamed eyes'--

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.

BEROWNE.
Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue.

[Exit MOTH.]

ROSALINE.
What would these strangers? Know their minds, Boyet.
If they do speak our language, 'tis our will
That some plain man recount their purposes:
Know what they would.

BOYET.
What would you with the princess?