| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| The Comedy of Errors | CE II.i.88 | Whilst I at home starve for a merry look. | Whil'st I at home starue for a merrie looke: |
| Coriolanus | Cor II.iii.112 | Better it is to die, better to starve, | Better it is to dye, better to sterue, |
| Coriolanus | Cor IV.ii.51 | And so shall starve with feeding. (To Virgilia) Come, let's go. | And so shall sterue with Feeding: Come, let's go, |
| Cymbeline | Cym I.v.165 | starve. I will fetch my gold, and have our two | sterue: I will fetch my Gold, and haue our two |
| Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 I.iii.88 | No, on the barren mountains let him starve. | No: on the barren Mountaine let him sterue: |
| Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 I.iii.157 | That wished him on the barren mountains starve. | That wish'd him on the barren Mountaines staru'd. |
| Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 II.ii.20 | A plague upon you both! Bardolph! Peto! I'll starve ere | a Plague vpon you both. Bardolph, Peto: Ile starue ere |
| Henry VI Part 1 | 1H6 III.ii.48 | Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that time. | Your Grace may starue (perhaps) before that time. |
| Henry VI Part 2 | 2H6 I.i.227 | Ready to starve, and dare not touch his own. | Ready to sterue, and dare not touch his owne. |
| Henry VIII | H8 V.iii.132 | By all that's holy, he had better starve | By all that's holy, he had better starue, |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL II.i.11 | When she did starve the general world beside, | When she did starue the generall world beside, |
| The Merchant of Venice | MV I.ii.6 | too much as they that starve with nothing. It is no mean | too much, as they that starue with nothing; it is no smal |
| A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND I.i.222 | Keep word, Lysander. We must starve our sight | Keepe word Lysander we must starue our sight, |
| Pericles | Per II.i.68 | Nay then, thou wilt starve, sure, | Nay then thou wilt starue sure: |
| Romeo and Juliet | RJ III.v.193 | An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, | And you be not, hang, beg, straue, die in the streets, |
| Timon of Athens | Tim I.i.252 | Aches contract and starve your supple joints! | Aches contract, and sterue your supple ioynts: |
| Troilus and Cressida | TC V.x.2 | Never go home; here starve we out the night. | Neuer goe home; here starue we out the night. |