King Henry IV, part II: IV, v

Your lord, I mean–laughs from’s free lungs, cries ‘o,   Cymbeline: I, vi

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,   As You Like It: II, vii

Who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that   The Tempest: II, i

Which ne’er came from the lungs, but even thus–   Coriolanus: I, i

Thy lungs military: art thou there? it is thine   Merry Wives of Windsor: IV, v

Thought my spleen; the heaving of my lungs provokes   Love’s Labour’s Lost: III, i

Thou but offend’st thy lungs to speak so loud:   Merchant of Venice: IV, i

Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe:   Toilus and Cressida: IV, v

Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs   Coriolanus: III, i

Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!   King Henry IV, part II: V, iii

God bless thy lungs, good knight.   King Henry IV, part II: V, v

As if it had lungs and rotten ones.   The Tempest: II, i

As deep as to the lungs? who does me this?   Hamlet: II, ii

As hath been belch’d on by infected lungs.   Pericles, Prince of Tyre: IV, vi

And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy,   King Henry V: II, i

lungs are tickled o’ the sere; and the lady shall   Hamlet: II, ii

lungs, bladders full of imposthume, sciaticas,   Toilus and Cressida: V, i