| AC V.ii.171 | [Cleopatra to Caesar, of Seleucus' betrayal] It smites me / Beneath the fall I have |
| Cor III.i.317 | [Sicinius to Menenius] Our Aediles smote? |
| Ham I.i.63 | [Horatio to Marcellus, of King Hamlet] in an angry parle, / He smote the sledded pole-axe on the ice |
| LLL IV.iii.26 | [King reading, of the Princess's eyes] when their fresh rays have smote / The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows |
| MW III.i.114 | [Evans to Caius, of the Host] I will smite his noddles |
| Tem IV.i.172 | [Ariel to Prospero, of Stephano, Trinculo, and Caliban] So full of valour that they smote the air / For breathing in their faces |