WALLENSTEIN. (in deep thought to himself.)
The Emperor's delicate son! he's now their savior,
He's the new star that's rising now! Of us
They think themselves already fairly rid,
And as we were deceas'd, the heir already
Is entering on possession.—Therefore—dispatch!
(As he turns round he observes Tertsky, and
gives him a letter.)
TERTSKY.
I'll have their aid to cast and draw my nets,
But not a single fish of all the draught
Shall they come in for.
TERTSKY.
Whence knowest thou that I'm not gulling all of you?
Dost thou know me so well? When made I thee
Th' intendant of my secret purposes?
I am not conscious that I ever open'd
My inmost thoughts to thee. Th' Emperor, it is true,
Hath dealt with me amiss; and if I would,
I could repay him with usurious interest
For th' evil he hath done me. It delights me
To know my power; but whether I shall use it,
Of that, I should have thought that thou could'st speak
No wiselier than thy fellows.
TERTSKY.