| H5 III.chorus.12 | [Chorus] behold the threaden sails ... / Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea |
| KJ II.i.73 | [Chatillon to King Phillip, of the English army] a braver choice of dauntless spirits / Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er / Did never float upon the swelling tide |
| MV I.i.42 | [Antonio to Salerio] My ventures are not in one bottom trusted [i.e. ship's hold] |
| TN V.i.54 | [Orsino to Viola as Cesario, of Antonio] such scatheful grapple did he make / With the most noble bottom of our fleet |