| Mac III.v.15 | [Hecate to all] at the pit of Acheron / Meet me i'the morning |
| MND III.ii.357 | [Oberon to Puck] The starry welkin cover thou anon / With drooping fog as black as Acheron |
| Tit IV.iii.45 | [Titus to all] I'll dive into the burning lake below / And pull her out of Acheron by the heels |