| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| As You Like It | AYL II.vii.30 | My lungs began to crow like Chanticleer | My Lungs began to crow like Chanticleere, |
| Coriolanus | Cor I.i.106 | Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus – | Which ne're came from the Lungs, but euen thus: |
| Coriolanus | Cor III.i.77 | Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs | Not fearing outward force: So shall my Lungs |
| Cymbeline | Cym I.vii.68 | Your lord, I mean – laughs from's free lungs: cries ‘ O, | (Your Lord I meane) laughes from's free lungs: cries oh, |
| Hamlet | Ham II.ii.323 | peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs | peace: the Clowne shall make those laugh whose lungs |
| Hamlet | Ham II.ii.572 | As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? | As deepe as to the Lungs? Who does me this? |
| Henry IV Part 2 | 2H4 IV.v.216 | More would I, but my lungs are wasted so | More would I, but my Lungs are wasted so, |
| Henry IV Part 2 | 2H4 V.iii.137 | Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! | Let Vultures vil'de seize on his Lungs also: |
| Henry IV Part 2 | 2H4 V.v.9 | God bless thy lungs, good knight! | Blesse thy Lungs, good Knight. |
| Henry V | H5 II.i.46 | And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy! | and in thy hatefull Lungs, yea in thy Maw perdy; |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL III.i.74 | thought, my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes | thought, my spleene, the heauing of my lunges prouokes |
| The Merchant of Venice | MV IV.i.140 | Thou but offend'st thy lungs to speak so loud. | Thou but offend'st thy Lungs to speake so loud: |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor | MW IV.v.15 | lungs military. Art thou there? It is thine host, thine | Lungs Military: Art thou there? It is thine Host, thine |
| Pericles | Per IV.vi.167 | As hath been belched on by infected lungs. | as hath beene belch't on by infected lungs. |
| The Tempest | Tem II.i.50 | As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. | As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones. |
| The Tempest | Tem II.i.178 | sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh | sensible and nimble Lungs, that they alwayes vse to laugh |
| Troilus and Cressida | TC IV.v.7 | Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe; | Now cracke thy lungs, and split thy brasen pipe: |
| Troilus and Cressida | TC V.i.21 | discoveries! | discoueries. Q addition 'rawe eies, durtrottē liuers, whissing lungs, bladders full of impostume. Sciaticaes lime-kills ith' palme, incurable bone-ach, and the riueled fee simple of the tetter take' |