Dekker--whatever may be said of Marston--had no money to lend, and would rather have expected to sup at the players' expense than to be made the shot-clog of the feast: again and again in _The Poetaster_ he is ridiculed on the score of poverty. It is undeniable that Jonson, to raise a laugh against Marston, puts into Clove's mouth grotesque words culled from _The Scourge of Villainy_. "Monsieur Orange," whispers Clove to his companion, as they are walking in the middle aisle of Paul's, "yon gallants observe us; prithee let's talk fustian a little and gull them; make them believe we are great scholars." Presently we have the passage containing the Marstonian words (which I have printed in italics):-- "Now, sirs, whereas the ingenuity of the time and the soul's _synderisis_ are but _embryons_ in nature, added to the _paunch of Esquiline_,[16] and the intervallum of the _zodiac_, besides the _ecliptic line_ being optic and not mental, but by the contemplative and theoric part thereof doth _demonstrate_ to us the vegetable circumference and the ventosity of the _tropics_, and whereas our _intellectual_, or _mincing capreal_ (according to the metaphysics) as you may read in Plato's _Histriomastix_.[17] You conceive me, sir?" In the first scene of the second act, Puntarvolo addresses Carlo Buffone as "thou _Grand Scourge_, or Second Untruss of the time," in allusion to Marston's _Scourge of Villainy_. _Cynthia's Revels_ was produced in 1600 and printed in 1601. In this play, Anaides and Hedon are represented as being jealous of Crites, and as seeking by underhand means to bring him into discredit. It is certain that Jonson was glancing particularly at Marston and Dekker. In the second scene of the third act, Crites, defending himself against his two traducers, observes:-- "If good Chrestus, Euthus, or Phronimus, had spoke the words, They would have moved me, and I should have call'd My thoughts and actions to a strict account Upon the hearing; but when I remember 'Tis Hedon and Anaides, alas, then I think but what they are, and am not stirr'd. The one a light voluptuous reveller, The other a strange arrogating puff, Both impudent and arrogant enough; That talk as they are wont, not as I merit; Traduce by custom, as most dogs do bark; Do nothing out of judgment, but disease; Speak ill because they never could speak well: And who'd be angry with this race of creatures?"