3 Gen. This is most strange, Sir.
1 Gent. But how is your Grace furnish'd, these dismiss'd?
Duke. Seek me out Grooms.
Men more insensible of reputation,
Less curious and precise in terms of honor,
That if my anger chance let fall a stroke,
As we are all subject to impetuous passions,
Yet it may pass unmurmur'd, undisputed;
And not with braver fury prosecuted. [Exit.
1 Gent. It shall be done, my Lord.
3 Gent. Know you the cause, Sir?
1 Gent. Not I kind Gentlemen, but by conjectures,
And so much shall be yours when you please.
4. Thanks Sir.
3 Gent. We shall i'th mean time think our selves guilty
Of some foul fault, through ignorance committed.
1 Gent. No, 'tis not that, nor that way.
4 Gent. For my part,
I shall be dis-inherited, I know so much.