| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| Cymbeline | Cym I.ii.47 | And sear up my embracements from a next | And seare vp my embracements from a next, |
| Macbeth | Mac IV.i.112 | Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair, | Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye-bals. And thy haire |
| Richard III | R3 IV.i.60 | Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brains! | Were red hot Steele, to seare me to the Braines, |
| The Winter's Tale | WT II.i.73 | That mercy does, for calumny will sear | That Mercy do's, for Calumnie will seare |