| MM IV.ii.194 | [disguised Duke to Provost, of Angelo] he this very day receives letters of strange tenor |
| RJ III.ii.15 | [Juliet alone, of night] Hood my unmanned blood ... / With thy black mantle till strange love grow bold |
| Tim IV.iii.57 | [Alcibiades to Timon] I know thee well; / But in thy fortunes am unlearned and strange |