INGENIOSO. 
Michael Drayton?

JUDICIO. 
Drayton’s sweet muse is like a sanguine dye,
Able to ravish the rash gazer’s eye.

INGENIOSO.  However, he wants one true note of a poet of our times, and that is this:  he cannot swagger it well in a tavern, nor domineer in a hothouse.  John Davis?[49]

JUDICIO. 
Acute John Davis, I affect thy rhymes,
That jerk in hidden charms these looser times;
Thy plainer verse, thy unaffected vein,
Is graced with a fair and sweeping[50] train.

INGENIOSO. 
Lock and Hudson?[51]

JUDICIO.  Lock and Hudson, sleep, you quiet shavers, among the shavings of the press, and let your books lie in some old nooks amongst old boots and shoes; so you may avoid my censure.

INGENIOSO.  Why, then, clap a lock on their feet, and turn them to commons.  John Marston?[52]

JUDICIO. 
What, Monsieur Kinsayder, lifting up your leg, and pissing against the
world? put up, man, put up, for shame! 
Methinks he is a ruffian in his style,
Withouten bands or garters’ ornament: 
He quaffs a cup of Frenchman’s Helicon;
Then roister doister in his oily terms,
Cuts, thrusts, and foins, at whomsoever he meets,
And strews about Ram-Alley meditations. 
Tut, what cares he for modest close-couch’d terms,
Cleanly to gird our looser libertines? 
Give him plain naked words, stripp’d from their shirts,
That might beseem plain-dealing Aretine. 
Ay, there is one, that backs a paper steed,
And manageth a penknife gallantly,
Strikes his poinardo at a button’s breadth,
Brings the great battering-ram of terms to towns;
And, at first volley of his cannon-shot,
Batters the walls of the old fusty world.

INGENIOSO. 
Christopher Marlowe?

JUDICIO. 
Marlowe was happy in his buskin’d muse;
Alas! unhappy in his life and end: 
Pity it is that wit so ill should dwell
Wit lent from heav’n, but vices sent from hell.[53]

INGENIOSO. 
Our theatre hath lost, Pluto hath got,
A tragic penman for a dreary plot. 
Benjamin Jonson?

JUDICIO. 
The wittiest fellow of a bricklayer in England.

INGENIOSO.  A mere empiric, one that gets what he hath by observation, and makes only nature privy to what he indites; so slow an inventor, that he were better betake himself to his old trade of bricklaying; a bold whoreson, as confident now in making of[54] a book, as he was in times past in laying of a brick.  William Shakespeare?

JUDICIO. 
Who loves Adonis’ love or Lucrece’ rape,
His sweeter verse contains heart-robbing life,
Could but a graver subject him content,
Without love’s foolish, lazy[55] languishment.

INGENIOSO. 
Churchyard?[56]
Hath not Shore’s wife, although a light-skirts she,
Giv’n him a chaste, long-lasting memory?

JUDICIO. 
No; all light pamphlets once I finden shall,
A Churchyard and a grave to bury all! 
Thomas Nash.[57]