Ah, Master Burbage, you outdid yourself as Shylock. When you sharpened the knife, we all shivered.
Burbage:
I’m much beholden to your lordship.
Fletcher:
[To Lord Lacy] The scene between the lovers in the moonlight was not ill-conceived. That Lorenzo had something of Shakespeare in him.
Lacy:
And Jessica! The name’s a perfume. A flower, Jessica, of most rare depicture, dear to fancy, responsive to a breath!
Dekker:
[Aside to Fletcher.] Has the gull any meaning?
Selden: