Duke. He's gone agen already, and takes hold
Of any opportunity: not riches
Can purchase him, nor honors, peaceably,
And force were brutish: what a great worth's gone with him,
And but a Gentleman? well, for his sake,
I'll ne'er offend more, those I cannot make;
They were his words, and shall be dear to memory.
Say I desire to see him once agen;
Yet stay, he's so well forward of his peace,
'Twere pity to disturb him: he would groan
Like a soul fetch'd agen; and that were injury,
And I've wrong'd his degree too much already.
Call forth the Gentlem[e]n of our chamber instantly.
1 Serv. I shall my Lord. [Within.
Duke. I may forget agen,
And therefore will prevent: the strain of this
Troubles me so, one would not hazard more.
Enter 1 Gent, and divers others.
Gent. Your Will my Lord?
Duke. Yes; I discharge you all.
2 Gent. My Lord—
Duke. Your places shall be otherwise dispos'd of.
4 Gent. Why Sir?
Duke. Reply not, I dismiss you all:
Y'are Gentlemen, your worths will find you fortunes;
Nor shall your farewell taxe me of ingratitude.
I'll give you all noble remembrances,
As testimonies 'gainst reproach and malice,
That you departed lov'd.