| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| All's Well That Ends Well | AW V.iii.94 | Wrapped in a paper which contained the name | Wrap'd in a paper, which contain'd the name |
| All's Well That Ends Well | AW V.iii.128.1 | I am wrapped in dismal thinkings. | I am wrap'd in dismall thinkings. |
| As You Like It | AYL IV.i.18 | often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. | often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadnesse. |
| Hamlet | Ham V.ii.121 | The concernancy, sir? Why do we wrap the | |
| Henry VI Part 3 | 3H6 I.iv.137 | O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide! | Oh Tygres Heart, wrapt in a Womans Hide, |
| Henry VI Part 3 | 3H6 II.i.160 | And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns, | And wrap our bodies in blacke mourning Gownes, |
| King Edward III | E3 III.iv.74 | Enter Prince Edward in triumph, bearing in his hand his shivered lance, and the body of the King of Bohemia borne before, wrapped in the colours. They run and embrace him | Enter Prince Edward in tryumph, bearing in his hande his shiuered Launce, and the King of Boheme, borne before, wrapt in the Coullours: They runne and imbrace him. |
| King John | KJ II.i.227 | And now, instead of bullets wrapped in fire, | And now insteed of bulletts wrapt in fire |
| King Lear | KL IV.iii.52 | Will in concealment wrap me up awhile. | |
| Macbeth | Mac I.iii.56 | That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not. | That he seemes wrapt withall: to me you speake not. |
| Measure for Measure | MM V.i.117 | Unfold the evil which is here wrapped up | Vnfold the euill, which is heere wrapt vp |
| A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND II.i.256 | Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in. | Weed wide enough to rap a Fairy in. |
| The Taming of the Shrew | TS induction.1.36 | Wrapped in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, | Wrap'd in sweet cloathes: Rings put vpon his fingers: |
| Titus Andronicus | Tit IV.ii.27 | And sends them weapons wrapped about with lines | And sends the weapons wrapt about with lines, |
| Titus Andronicus | Tit IV.ii.58 | What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms? | What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine armes? |
| Twelfth Night | TN IV.iii.3 | And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, | And though tis wonder that enwraps me thus, |