When the fish is hungry it opens its mouth very wide, and breathes forth an exceedingly sweet odor.  Then all the little fish stream thither, and, allured by the sweet smell, crowd into its throat.  Then the whale closes its jaws and swallows them into its stomach, which is as wide as a valley[11].

[Footnote 11:  “Who is a whale to virginity and devours up all the fry it finds.”—­’All’s Well that Ends Well,’ iv. 3.]

THE CROCODILE

The crocodile is a fierce beast that lives always beside the river Nile.  In shape it is somewhat like an ox; it is full twenty ells long, and as big around as the trunk of a tree.  It has four feet, large claws, and very sharp teeth; by means of these it is well armed.  So hard and tough is its skin, that it minds not in the least hard blows made by sharp stones.  Never was seen another such a beast, for it lives on land and in water.  At night it is submerged in water, and during the day it reposes upon the land.  If it meets and overcomes a man, it swallows him entire, so that nothing remains.  But ever after it laments him as long as it lives[12].  The upper jaw of this beast is immovable when it eats, and the lower one alone moves.  No other living creature has this peculiarity.  The other beast of which I have told you (the water-serpent), which always lives in the water, hates the crocodile with a mortal hatred.  When it sees the crocodile sleeping on the ground with its mouth wide open, it rolls itself in the slime and mud in order to become more slippery.  Then it leaps into the throat of the crocodile and is swallowed down into its stomach.  Here it bites and tears its way out again, but the crocodile dies on account of its wounds.

[Footnote 12:  “Crocodile tears” are proverbial.  Cf: 
               “As the mournful crocodile
     With sorrow snares relenting passengers.”—­’2 Henry VI.,’ iii. 1. 
     “Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.”—­’Othello’ iv. 1.]

THE TURTLE-DOVE

Now I must tell you of another bird which is courteous and beautiful, and which loves much and is much loved.  This is the turtle-dove.  The male and the female are always together in mountain or in desert, and if perchance the female loses her companion never more will she cease to mourn for him, never more will she sit upon green branch or leaf.  Nothing in the world can induce her to take another mate, but she ever remains loyal to her husband.  When I consider the faithfulness of this bird, I wonder at the fickleness of man and woman.  Many husbands and wives there are who do not love as the turtle-dove; but if the man bury his wife, before he has eaten two meals he desires to have another woman in his arms.  The turtle-dove does not so, but remains patient and faithful to her companion, waiting if haply he might return[13].

[Footnote 13: 
     “Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,
     That could not live asunder day or night.”—­’I Henry VI.,’ ii. 2.]