REPTILES. 
Tamora. The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun; 
Titus Andronicus, Act ii. Scene 3. 
CROCODILE. 
Queen Margaret. Free lords, cold snow melts with 
the sun’s hot beams. 
Henry my lord is cold in great affairs, 
Too full of foolish pity : and Gloster’s show 
Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile 
With sorrow snares relenting passengers; 
King Henry VI., Part II. Act iii. Scene 1. 
Lepidus . Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of 
your mud by the operation of your sun : so is your 
crocodile. 
Antony. They are so. 
Lepidus . What manner o’ thing is your crocodile ? 
Antony. It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as 
broad as it hath breadth : it is just so high as it is, 
and moves with its own organs : it lives by that which 
