There is a man who pretends to be my friend, but who has secretly been my bitter enemy.

He has always artfully calumniated and deceived me, and injured me in my fortune and honor; he has pushed his machinations to such a degree that I will soon be condemned to eternal infamy and misery, unless, by a bold stroke of vengeance, I break through the snares he has laid for my destruction.

Be calm, Julio; it does you honor to be inflamed with anger against the enemies of your master; but listen.

I discovered, three days ago, that it was this treacherous friend who paid the assassins to inflict the wound of which I still bear the scar on my face.

Thus, he first shed my blood and attempted my life; now he plans my ruin and dishonor.