| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| All's Well That Ends Well | AW II.ii.16 | It is like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks: the | It is like a Barbers chaire that fits all buttockes, the pin |
| All's Well That Ends Well | AW II.ii.17 | pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or | buttocke, the quatch-buttocke, the brawn buttocke, or |
| All's Well That Ends Well | AW II.ii.18 | any buttock. | any buttocke. |
| All's Well That Ends Well | AW IV.i.40 | put you into a butter-woman's mouth, and buy myself | put you into a Butter-womans mouth, and buy my selfe |
| All's Well That Ends Well | AW V.ii.8 | eat no fish of Fortune's buttering. Prithee, allow the | eate no Fish of Fortunes butt'ring. Prethee alow the |
| As You Like It | AYL III.ii.94 | the right butter-women's rank to market. | the right Butter-womens ranke to Market. |
| As You Like It | AYL III.ii.364 | unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, | vnbanded, your sleeue vnbutton'd, your shoo vnti'de, |
| The Comedy of Errors | CE III.ii.124 | Marry, sir, in her buttocks. I | Marry sir in her buttockes, I |
| The Comedy of Errors | CE IV.ii.34 | One whose hard heart is buttoned up with steel, |
On whose hard heart is button'd vp with steele: |
| Coriolanus | Cor I.iii.61 | countenance! I saw him run after a gilded butterfly, and | countenance. I saw him run after a gilded Butterfly, & |
| Coriolanus | Cor II.i.48 | trivial motion; one that converses more with the buttock | triuiall motion: One, that conuerses more with the Buttocke |
| Coriolanus | Cor IV.i.2 | With many heads butts me away. Nay, mother, | With many heads butts me away. Nay Mother, |
| Coriolanus | Cor IV.vi.95 | Than boys pursuing summer butterflies, | Then Boyes pursuing Summer Butter-flies, |
| Coriolanus | Cor V.iv.12 | butterfly, yet your butterfly was a grub. This Martius is | Butterfly, yet your Butterfly was a Grub: this Martius, is |
| Hamlet | Ham I.iii.40 | Too oft before their buttons be disclosed; | Too oft before the buttons be disclos'd, |
| Hamlet | Ham II.ii.229 | On Fortune's cap we are not the very button. | on Fortunes Cap, we are not the very Button. |
| Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 I.ii.3 | sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping | Sacke, and vnbuttoning thee after Supper, and sleeping |
| Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 I.ii.21 | be prologue to an egg and butter. | be Prologue to an Egge and Butter. |
| Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 II.i.60 | are up already, and call for eggs and butter. They will | are vp already, and call for Egges and Butter. They will |
| Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 II.iv.67 | Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, crystal-button, | Wilt thou rob this Leatherne Ierkin, Christall button, |
| Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 II.iv.117 | butter – pitiful-hearted Titan! – that melted at the sweet | Butter, pittifull hearted Titan that melted at the sweete |
| Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 II.iv.496.2 | As fat as butter. | As fat as Butter. |
| Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 IV.ii.20 | duck. I pressed me none but such toasts-and-butter, | Ducke. I prest me none but such Tostes and Butter, |
| Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 IV.ii.59 | hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose | hath alreadie made thee Butter: but tell me, Iack, whose |
| Henry V | H5 I.chorus.21 | Whose high upreared and abutting fronts | Whose high, vp-reared, and abutting Fronts, |
| Henry V | H5 I.ii.186 | To which is fixed as an aim or butt, | To which is fixed as an ayme or butt, |
| Henry VI Part 3 | 3H6 I.iv.29 | I am your butt, and I abide your shot. | I am your Butt, and I abide your Shot. |
| Henry VIII | H8 V.ii.5 | Enter Doctor Butts | Enter Doctor Buts. |
| Henry VIII | H8 V.ii.9.2 | 'Tis Butts, | 'Tis Buts. |
| Henry VIII | H8 V.ii.19 | Enter the King and Butts, at a window above | Enter the King, and Buts, at a Windowe aboue. |
| Henry VIII | H8 V.ii.19.2 | What's that, Butts? | What's that Buts? |
| Henry VIII | H8 V.ii.32 | By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery! | By holy Mary (Butts) there's knauery; |
| King Edward III | E3 I.ii.32 | Nor from their buttoned tawny leathern belts | Nor from their buttoned tawny leatherne belts, |
| King Edward III | E3 II.i.250 | But that your lips were sacred, my lord, | Butthat your lippes were sacred my Lord, |
| King Lear | KL II.iv.121 | horse buttered his hay. | Horse buttered his Hay. |
| King Lear | KL III.iv.105 | Off, off, you lendings! Come, unbutton here. | Off, off you Lendings: Come, vnbutton heere. |
| King Lear | KL V.iii.13 | At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues | At gilded Butterflies: and heere (poore Rogues) |
| King Lear | KL V.iii.307 | Pray you undo this button. Thank you, sir. | Pray you vndo this Button. Thanke you Sir, |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.ii.169 | had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for | had a very good witte. Cupids Butshaft is too hard for |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.ii.251 | Look how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks. | Looke how you but your selfe in these sharpe mockes. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.ii.697 | Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do you | Master, let me take you a button hole lower: / Do you |
| Macbeth | Mac I.vi.7 | Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird | Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW II.ii.265 | Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue! I will | Hang him, mechanicall-salt-butter rogue; I wil |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW II.ii.287 | rather trust a Fleming with my butter, Parson Hugh the | rather trust a Fleming with my butter, Parson Hugh the |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW III.ii.63 | carry't, he will carry't. 'Tis in his buttons he will | carry't, he will carry't, 'tis in his buttons, he will |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW III.v.7 | ta'en out and buttered, and give them to a dog for a | 'tane out and butter'd, and giue them to a dogge for a |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW III.v.106 | heat as butter; a man of continual dissolution and thaw. | heate as butter; a man of continuall dissolution, and thaw: |
| A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND III.i.167 | And pluck the wings from painted butterflies | And plucke the wings from painted Butterflies, |
| Othello | Oth V.ii.265 | Here is my journey's end, here is my butt | Heere is my iournies end, heere is my butt |
| Pericles | Per V.i.48 | The leafy shelter that abuts against | the leauie shelter that abutts against |
| Richard III | R3 I.iv.157 | of thy sword, and then throw him into the malmsey-butt | of thy Sword, and then throw him into the Malmesey-Butte |
| Richard III | R3 I.iv.273 | I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. | Ile drowne you in the Malmesey-But within. |
| Richard III | R3 II.ii.110 | That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing; | That is the butt-end of a Mothers blessing; |
| Romeo and Juliet | RJ II.iv.16 | the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft. And is he a man to | the blind Bowe-boyes but-shaft, and is he a man to |
| Romeo and Juliet | RJ II.iv.23 | your bosom. The very butcher of a silk button. A duellist, | your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a Dualist, |
| The Taming of the Shrew | TS induction.1.100 | Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, | Go sirra, take them to the Butterie, |
| The Taming of the Shrew | TS V.ii.39 | Believe me, sir, they butt together well. | Beleeue me sir, they But together well. |
| The Taming of the Shrew | TS V.ii.40 | Head and butt! An hasty-witted body | Head, and but an hastie witted bodie, |
| The Taming of the Shrew | TS V.ii.41 | Would say your head and butt were head and horn. | Would say your Head and But were head and horne. |
| The Tempest | Tem I.ii.146 | A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged, | A rotten carkasse of a Butt, not rigg'd, |
| The Tempest | Tem II.ii.119 | escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved | escap'd vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued |
| The Tempest | Tem II.ii.131 | The whole butt, man. My cellar is in a rock | The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke |
| The Tempest | Tem III.ii.1 | Tell not me! When the butt is out we will | Tell not me, when the But is out we will |
| Troilus and Cressida | TC III.iii.78 | As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies, | As feele in his owne fall: for men like butter-flies, |
| Troilus and Cressida | TC V.i.25 | Why no, you ruinous butt, you whoreson | Why no, you ruinous But, you whorson |
| Twelfth Night | TN I.iii.67 | hand to the buttery bar and let it drink. | hand to'th Buttry barre, and let it drinke. |
| The Two Noble Kinsmen | TNK III.i.6 | Than her gold buttons on the boughs, or all | Then hir gold Buttons on the bowes, or all |