| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| All's Well That Ends Well | AW IV.i.89 | We have caught the woodcock and will keep him muffled | We haue caught the woodcocke, and will keepe him mufled |
| All's Well That Ends Well | AW IV.iii.115 | A plague upon him! Muffled! He can say | A plague vpon him, muffeld; he can say |
| The Comedy of Errors | CE III.ii.8 | Muffle your false love with some show of blindness. | Muffle your false loue with some shew of blindnesse: |
| Coriolanus | Cor IV.iv.1 | Enter Coriolanus in mean apparel, disguised and muffled | Enter Coriolanus in meane Apparrell, Disguisd, and muffled. |
| Henry V | H5 III.vi.30 | is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify | is painted blinde, with a Muffler afore his eyes, to signifie |
| Henry VI Part 2 | 2H6 IV.i.46 | The Duke of Suffolk, muffled up in rags! | The Duke of Suffolke, muffled vp in ragges? |
| Measure for Measure | MM V.i.483 | I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow's that? | I leaue him to your hand. What muffeld fellow's that? |
| Measure for Measure | MM V.i.487 | He unmuffles Claudio | |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW IV.ii.67 | put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchief, and so escape. | put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchiefe, and so escape. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW IV.ii.74 | muffler too. Run up, Sir John. | muffler too: run vp Sir Iohn. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW IV.ii.183 | peard under his muffler. | peard vnder his muffler. |
| Romeo and Juliet | RJ I.i.171 | Alas that love, whose view is muffled, still | Alas that loue, whose view is muffled still, |
| Romeo and Juliet | RJ V.iii.21 | What, with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile. | What with a Torch? Muffle me night a while. |
| Timon of Athens | Tim III.iv.42 | Enter Flavius in a cloak, muffled | Enter Steward in a Cloake, muffled. |
| Timon of Athens | Tim III.iv.42 | Ha! Is not that his steward muffled so? | Ha: is not that his Steward muffled so? |
| The Winter's Tale | WT IV.iv.647 | And pluck it o'er your brows, muffle your face, | And pluck it ore your Browes, muffle your face, |