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The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.

      — The Merchant of Venice, Act V, Scene 1

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KEYWORD: crocodile

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1

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7]

Lepidus

1402

Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the
operation of your sun: so is your crocodile.

2

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 7]

Lepidus

1419

What manner o' thing is your crocodile?

3

Hamlet
[V, 1]

Hamlet

3618

'Swounds, show me what thou't do.
Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
Woo't drink up esill? eat a crocodile?
I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?
To outface me with leaping in her grave?
Be buried quick with her, and so will I.
And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
I'll rant as well as thou.

4

Henry VI, Part II
[III, 1]

Queen Margaret

1507

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 Gloucester's show
Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile
With sorrow snares relenting passengers,
Or as the snake roll'd in a flowering bank,
With shining chequer'd slough, doth sting a child
That for the beauty thinks it excellent.
Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I—
And yet herein I judge mine own wit good—
This Gloucester should be quickly rid the world,
To rid us of the fear we have of him.

5

Othello
[IV, 1]

Othello

2686

O devil, devil!
If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.
Out of my sight!

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