| 2H4 I.i.149 | [Northumberland to his nightcap] Thou art a guard too wanton for the head / Which princes, fleshed with conquest, aim to hit |
| H5 III.iii.11 | [King Henry to citizens of Harfleur] the fleshed soldier ... / In liberty of bloody hand shall range |
| R3 IV.iii.6 | [Tyrrel alone, of the Princes' killers] they were fleshed villains |