| H8 I.i.144 | [Norfolk to Buckingham] The fire that mounts the liquor till't run o'er |
| Tem II.ii.21 | [Trinculo to himself] Yond same black cloud ... looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor |
| Tit V.ii.198 | [Titus to Lavinia, of Chiron's and Demetrius' blood] Let me go grind their bones to powder small, / And with this hateful liquor temper it |