I read the letter.
OCTAVIO.
And so did I—but the contents were different.
[BUTLER is suddenly struck.]
By chance I'm in possession of that letter—
Can leave it to your own eyes to convince you.
[He gives him the letter.]
BUTLER.
Ha! what is this?
OCTAVIO.
I fear me, Colonel Butler,
An infamous game have they been playing with you.
The Duke, you say, impell'd you to this measure?
Now, in this letter, talks he in contempt
Concerning you; counsels the minister
To give sound chastisement to your conceit,
For so he calls it.
[BUTLER reads through the letter; his knees tremble, he seizes a chair, and sinks down in it.]