| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| Henry VI Part 2 | 2H6 IV.iv.5 | Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast; | Heere may his head lye on my throbbing brest: |
| Macbeth | Mac IV.i.100 | Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art | Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art |
| Titus Andronicus | Tit V.iii.94 | While I stand by and weep to hear him speak. | Your hearts will throb and weepe to heare him speake. |