You must have been calumniated. Guess you
The enemy who did you this ill service?
BUTLER.
Be't who it will—a most low-hearted scoundrel!
Some vile court-minion must it be, some Spaniard,
Some young squire of some ancient family,
In whose light I may stand; some envious knave,
Stung to his soul by my fair self-earn'd honors!
OCTAVIO.
But tell me, did the Duke approve that measure?
BUTLER.
Himself impell'd me to it, used his interest
In my behalf with all the warmth of friendship.
OCTAVIO.
Ay? are you sure of that?