| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| Hamlet | Ham I.ii.58 | He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave | He hath my Lord: |
| Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 II.i.6 | few flocks in the point; poor jade is wrung in the withers | few Flockes in the point: the poore Iade is wrung in the withers, |
| Henry VI Part 3 | 3H6 III.i.16 | Thy place is filled, thy sceptre wrung from thee, | Thy place is fill'd, thy Scepter wrung from thee, |
| The Merchant of Venice | MV II.viii.49 | He wrung Bassanio's hand; and so they parted. | He wrung Bassanios hand, and so they parted. |
| Titus Andronicus | Tit IV.iii.49 | Yet wrung with wrongs more than our backs can bear. | Yet wrung with wrongs more then our backe can beare: |