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Love's Labour's Lost, V. ii

Boyet. True; 'out,' indeed.

Moth. 'Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe

Not to behold'—

Ber. '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.

Ber. Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue!

[Exit Moth.]

Ros. 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?

Ber. Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.

Ros. What would they, say they?

Boyet. Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.

Ros. Why, that they have; and bid them so be gone.

Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be gone.

King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles,

To tread a measure with her on this grass.

Boyet. They say that they have measur'd many a mile,

To tread a measure with you on this grass.

Ros. It is not so. Ask them how many inches

Is in one mile: if they have measur'd many,

The measure then of one is easily told.

 186 measure: stately dance

