| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| Antony and Cleopatra | AC III.xiii.7 | The itch of his affection should not then | The itch of his Affection should not then |
| Coriolanus | Cor I.i.163 | That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion | That rubbing the poore Itch of your Opinion, |
| Othello | Oth IV.iii.55 | So get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do itch: | So get thee gone, good night: mine eyes do itch: |
| Romeo and Juliet | RJ III.v.164 | My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest | My fingers itch, wife: we scarce thought vs blest, |
| The Tempest | Tem II.ii.52 | Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch. | Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch. |
| Troilus and Cressida | TC II.i.25 | Do not, porpentine, do not; my fingers itch. | Do not Porpentine, do not; my fingers itch. |
| Troilus and Cressida | TC II.i.26 | I would thou didst itch from head to foot, | I would thou didst itch from head to foot, |