| 2H6 III.ii.393 | [Suffolk to Queen] Here could I breathe my soul into the air, / As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe / Dying with mother's dug between its lips |
| E3 II.i.422 | [Countess to Warwick] No marvel though the leprous infant die, / When the stern dame envenometh the dug |
| Ham V.ii.184 | [Hamlet to Horatio, of Osrick] 'A did comply, sir, with his dug before 'a sucked it |
| R3 II.ii.30 | [Duchess of York to Boy, of Richard] from my dugs he drew not this deceit |
| RJ I.iii.27 | [Nurse to Lady Capulet, of weaning Juliet] I had then laid wormwood to my dug [and later, II.ii.32, 33] |
| Ven.875 | [] Like a milch doe, whose swelling dugs do ache |