FIRST PART OF WALLENSTEIN.
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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 honours!
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 honours!
OCTAVIO.
But tell me! Did the Duke approve that measure?
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.
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?
Ay? Are you sure of that?
BUTLER.
I read the letter.
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)
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?
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
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
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