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.)
And Gallas too—I like not this!
TERTSKY.
Thou loiterest longer, all will fall away,
One following the other.
WALLENSTEIN.
Is master of the Tyrol passes. I must forthwith
Send some one to him, that he let not in
The Spaniards on me from the Milanese.
———Well, and the old Sesin, that ancient trader
In contraband negociations, he
Has shewn himself again of late. What brings he
From the Count Thur?
TERTSKY.
He has found out the Swedish chancellor
At Halberstadt, where the convention's held,
Who says, you've tir'd him out, and that he'll have
No further dealings with you.
WALLENSTEIN.
