sympathize

Then with the losers let it sympathize ,
For nothing can seem foul to those that win .




How now , my Lord of Worcester ? ’Tis not well
That you and I should meet upon such terms
As now we meet . You have deceived our trust
And made us doff our easy robes of peace
To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel .
This is not well , my lord ; this is not well .
What say you to it ? Will you again unknit
This churlish knot of all-abhorrèd war
And move in that obedient orb again
Where you did give a fair and natural light ,
And be no more an exhaled meteor ,
A prodigy of fear , and a portent
Of broachèd mischief to the unborn times ?

Just , just ; and the men do sympathize with
the mastiffs in robustious and rough coming on ,
leaving their wits with their wives . And then give
them great meals of beef and iron and steel , they
will eat like wolves and fight like devils .

A king of beasts indeed . If aught but beasts ,
I had been still a happy king of men .
Good sometime queen , prepare thee hence for
France .
Think I am dead , and that even here thou takest ,
As from my deathbed , thy last living leave .
In winter’s tedious nights sit by the fire
With good old folks , and let them tell thee tales
Of woeful ages long ago betid ;
And , ere thou bid good night , to quite their griefs ,
Tell thou the lamentable tale of me ,
And send the hearers weeping to their beds .
Forwhy the senseless brands will sympathize
The heavy accent of thy moving tongue ,
And in compassion weep the fire out ,
And some will mourn in ashes , some coal-black coal black ,
For the deposing of a rightful king .

With due observance of thy godlike seat ,
Great Agamemnon , Nestor shall apply
Thy latest words . In the reproof of chance
Lies the true proof of men . The sea being smooth ,
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
Upon her patient breast , making their way
With those of nobler bulk !
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis , and anon behold
The strong-ribbed bark through liquid mountains cut ,
Bounding between the two moist elements ,
Like Perseus’ horse . Where’s then the saucy boat
Whose weak untimbered sides but even now
Corrivaled greatness ? Either to harbor fled
Or made a toast for Neptune . Even so
Doth valor’s show and valor’s worth divide
In storms of Fortune . For in her ray and brightness
The herd hath more annoyance by the breese
Than by the tiger , but when the splitting wind
Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks ,
And flies flee under shade , why , then the thing of
courage ,
As roused with rage , with rage doth sympathize ,
And with an accent tuned in selfsame key
Retorts to chiding Fortune .

We sympathize . Jove , let Aeneas live ,
If to my sword his fate be not the glory ,
A thousand complete courses of the sun !
But in mine emulous honor let him die
With every joint a wound and that tomorrow .