At most you could but hope to turn them from honest folk into hypocrites.

And why should you do it?
They honour you.

They love you.
They harm none.

They are proud to serve in your armies, to fight for you, to work for you, to build up the greatness of your kingdom.
I implore you, sire, to think again before you sign an order which will bring misery and desolation to so many." For a moment the king had hesitated as he listened to the short abrupt sentences in which the soldier pleaded for his fellows, but his face hardened again as he remembered how even his own personal entreaty had been unable to prevail with this young dandy of the court.
"France's religion should be that of France's king," said he, "and if my own guardsmen thwart me in such a matter, I must find others who will be more faithful.

That major's commission in the mousquetaires must go to Captain de Belmont, Louvois." "Very good, sire." "And De Catinat's commission may be transferred to Lieutenant Labadoyere." "Very good, sire." "And I am to serve you no longer ?" "You are too dainty for my service." De Catinat's arms fell listlessly to his side, and his head sunk forward upon his breast.