The searchers of the town, Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Sealed up the doors and would not let us forth. Romeo and Juliet, Act V., Sc. II.
Thou art a boil, A plague sore, an embossed carbuncle, In my corrupted blood. King Lear, Act II., Sc. IV.
Boils and plagues Plaster you o’er; that you may be abhorr’d Further than seen, and one infect another Against the wind a mile! Coriolanus, Act I., Sc. IV.
Men take diseases, one of another: Therefore, let men take heed of their company. Henry IV—2d, Act V., Sc. I.
Being sick * * * * * * And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken’d joints, Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life. Henry IV—2d, Act I., Sc. I.
We are all diseas’d; and
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever, And we must bleed for it. Henry IV—2d, Act IV., Sc. I.
This fever, that hath troubled me so long, Lies heavy on me. * * * * This tyrant fever burns me up, And will not let me welcome this good news. King John, Act V., Sc. III.
What’s a fever but a fit of madness? Comedy of Errors, Act V., Sc. I.