| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| He breath's my Lord. Were he not warm'd with Ale, | He breathes, my lord. Were he not warmed with ale, | TS induction.1.30 |
| this were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. | This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. | TS induction.1.31 |
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| It would seem strange vnto him when he wak'd | It would seem strange unto him when he waked. | TS induction.1.41 |