"LEPIDUS: What manner o’ thing is your crocodile?MARK 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 it own organs. It lives by that which nourisheth it, and the elements once out of it, it transmigrates.LEPIDUS: What colour is it of?MARK ANTONY: Of its own colour too.LEPIDUS: ’Tis a strange serpent.MARK ANTONY: ’Tis so, and the tears of it are wet."