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It is no act of common passage, but
A strain of rareness.
— Cymbeline, Act III Scene 4
KEYWORD: humour
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I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an
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I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair
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That now I will have: that's the humour of it. |
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Well, then, that's the humour of't. |
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I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but, adieu. |
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Pray thee, corporal, stay: the knocks are too hot;
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