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Scena prima.
Enter Ate as before. The dumb show. A Crocadile sitting
on a rivers bank, and a little Snake stinging it.
Then let both of them fall into the water.
Ate.
Scelera in authorem's adunt.
High on a bank by Nilus boystrous streams,
Fearfully sat th'Egyptian Crocodile,
Dreadfully grinding in her sharp long teeth,
The broken bowels of a silly fish,
His back was arm'd against the dint of spear,
With shields of brasse that shin'd like burnisht gold,
And as he stretched forth his cruel paws,
A subtil Adder creeping closely near,
Thrusting his forked sting into his claws,
Privily shead his poison through his bones,
Which made him swell that there his bowels burst,
That did so much in his own greatnesse trust.
So Humber having conquered Albanact,
Doth yield his glory unto Locrine's sword.
Mark what ensues, and you may easily see,
That all our life is but a Tragedy.
Exit.
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