Page 2460 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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MOTE
A holy parcel of the fairest dames [160]
(The ladies turn their backs to him.)
That ever turned their - backs - to mortal views!
BEROWNE
‘Their eyes’, villain, ‘their eyes’!
MOTE
That ever turned their eyes to mortal views!
Out -
BOY ET
True! ‘Out’ indeed! [165]
MOTE
Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe
Not to behold -
BEROWNE
‘Once to behold’, rogue!
MOTE
Once to behold with your sun-beamèd eyes -
With your sun-beamèd eyes - [170]
BOY ET
They will not answer to that epithet.
You were best call it ‘daughter-beamèd eyes’.
MOTE
They do not mark me, and that brings me out.
BEROWNE
Is this your perfectness? Be gone, you rogue!
Exit Mote.
ROSALINE
What would these strangers? Know their minds, Boyet. [175]
