| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| King Lear | KL IV.vi.241 | try whether your costard or my ballow be the harder. | try whither your Costard, or my Ballow be the harder; |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.i.177 | Costard the swain and he shall be our sport, | Costard the swaine and he, shall be our sport, |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.i.179.1 | Enter Dull with a letter, | Enter a Constable with Costard with a Letter. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.i.179.2 | and Costard | |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.i.219 | Not a word of Costard yet. | Not a word of Costard yet. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.i.248 | Which, as I remember, hight Costard – | which as I remember, hight Costard, |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.ii.113 | with the rational hind Costard. She deserves well. | with the rationall hinde Costard: she deserues well. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.ii.121.1 | Enter Dull, Costard, | Enter Clowne, Constable, |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.ii.121 | Sir, the Duke's pleasure is that you keep Costard | Sir, the Dukes pleasure, is that you keepe Costard |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.ii.160 | Exeunt Mote and Costard | Exit. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL III.i.68.1 | Enter Mote with Costard | Enter Page and Clowne. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL III.i.68 | A wonder, master! Here's a Costard broken in a shin. | A wonder Master, here's a Costard broken in a shin. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL III.i.104 | By saying that a costard was broken in a shin. | By saying that a Costard was broken in a shin. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL III.i.109 | But tell me, how was there a costard broken in a | But tell me: How was there a Costard broken in a |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL III.i.114 | I, Costard, running out, that was safely within, | I Costard running out, that was safely within, |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL III.i.118 | Sirrah Costard, I will enfranchise thee. | Sirra Costard, I will infranchise thee. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL III.i.128 | (giving Costard a letter) bear this significant to the | Beare this significant to the |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL III.i.132 | Like the sequel, I. Signor Costard, adieu. | Like the sequell I. / Signeur Costard adew. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL III.i.141 | My good knave Costard, exceedingly well met. | O my good knaue Costard, exceedingly well met. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL III.i.165 | He gives Costard a letter | |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.i.41.1 | Enter Costard | Enter Clowne. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.i.108.2 | Exeunt all except Boyet, Rosaline, Maria, and Costard | Exeunt. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.ii.81 | Enter Jaquenetta with a letter, and Costard | Enter Iaquenetta and the Clowne. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.ii.90 | this letter. It was given me by Costard, and sent me | this Letter, it was giuen mee by Costard, and sent mee |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.ii.142 | Good Costard, go with me. Sir, God save | Good Costard go with me: / Sir God saue |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.ii.144.1 | Exeunt Costard and | Exit. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.iii.187.3 | and Costard | and Clowne. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.iii.195 | Of Costard. | Of Costard. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.iii.202.1 | (to Costard) | |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.iii.211 | Exeunt Costard and Jaquenetta | |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.i.30 | Enter Armado, Mote, and Costard | |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.i.36 | (to Costard) | |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.ii.484.1 | Enter Costard | Enter Clowne. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.ii.543 | Enter Costard as Pompey | Enter Pompey. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.ii.568 | Your servant, and Costard. | your seruant and Costard. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.ii.663.1 | Berowne steps forth and whispers to Costard | Berowne steppes forth. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW III.i.14 | about his knave's costard when I have good opportunities | about his knaues costard, when I haue good oportunities |
| Richard III | R3 I.iv.156 | Take him on the costard with the hilts | Take him on the Costard, with the hiltes |