I am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure

Queen Katherine, to the King
I am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham
Is run in your displeasure.

When these so noble benefits shall prove
Not well disposed, the mind growing once corrupt,
They turn to vicious forms ten times more ugly
Than ever they were fair.

King
It grieves many.
The gentleman is learnèd and a most rare speaker;
To nature none more boundHyperbaton; his training such
That he may furnish and instruct great teachers
And never seek for aid out of himself. Yet see,
When these so noble benefits shall prove
Not well disposed, the mind growing once corrupt,Parenthesis
They turn to vicious forms ten times more ugly
Than ever they were fair.Antithesis This man so complete,
Who was enrolled ’mongst wonders, and when we
Almost with ravished list’ning could not find
His hour of speech a minuteParenthesis—he, my lady,
Hath into monstrous habits put the graces
That once were hisMetaphor, and is become as black
As if besmeared in hellSimile. Sit by us. You shall hear—
This was his gentleman in trustParenthesis—of him
Things to strike honor sad.—Bid him recount
The fore-recited practices, whereof
We cannot feel too little, hear too much.