| 3H6 II.v.98 | [King to himself, of the father who has killed his son] The red rose and the white are on his face, / The fatal colours of our striving houses |
| 3H6 II.vi.56 | [Edward to Warwick] Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house |
| 3H6 IV.ii.21 | [Warwick to George] Ulysses and stout Diomede ... stole to Rhesus' tents, / And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds |
| JC V.i.87 | [Cassius to Messala, of birds of prey] their shadows seem / A canopy most fatal |
| Mac II.i.36 | [Macbeth alone, as if to a dagger] Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible / To feeling as to sight? |
| Mac II.ii.3 | [Lady Macbeth alone, of an owl] the fatal bellman / Which gives the stern'st good-night |
| Tit II.iii.97 | [Tamora to Demetrius] here nothing breeds, / Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven |