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 1    1,   2|       he must have the seat of honour,~While with delight our
 2    1,   6|     noise about their deeds of honour,~Just so true devotees,
 3    1,   6|   alike, and pay~The self-same honour both to masks and faces~
 4    2,   2|        better cause have we to honour him.~His poverty is honest
 5    2,   2|     will, eh?~Dorine~Yes, your honour’s dear to me;~I can’t endure
 6    3,   3|         Then too, with me your honour runs no risk;~With me you
 7    3,   5|    such vain gossip;~A woman’s honour does not hang on telling;~
 8    3,   7|       conduct~To fit the case. Honour is delicate,~And friendship
 9    4,   3| disturbed.~Elmire~And must our honour always rush to arms~At the
10    4,   3|      those savage prudes~Whose honour arms itself with teeth and
11    4,   3|  preserve me from that kind of honour!~I like my virtue not to
12    4,   5|        The while our lips, for honour’s sake, oppose~Our heart’
13    5,   4|     been dear to me;~I had the honour, sir, to serve your father.~
14    5,   4|       perform that office~With honour. So I’ve come, sir, by your
15    5,   7|   inform against him~Until his honour forces him to drive you~