So to pursue a perillous emprize,
How couldst[314] thou weene, through that disguized hood,
To hide thy state from being vnderstood?
Can from th’immortall Gods ought hidden bee?
They doe thy linage, and thy Lordly brood;
They doe thy sire, lamenting sore for thee;
They doe thy loue, forlorne in womens thraldome see.
The end whereof, and all the long euent, xxii
They doe to thee in this same dreame discouer.
For that same Crocodile doth represent