Shakespeare:
If all our rushlights went out, the sun would still be shining.
Lacy:
Oh, Shakespeare! What a blessed union of wit and poetry like virtue and beauty in a maid or a Toledo blade hafted to one Chrysolite.
Chettle:
I have a story, Ben, my bully boy, that you’ve not heard yet, a story of Will Shakespeare. Dick Burbage knows it. Ha! Ha!
Marston:
If new, let’s hear it.
Dekker:
If old, it’s better than Chapman’s mouthing.