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.
More fairly with the Saxons? They lose patience
While you shift ground and make so many curves.
Say, to what purpose all these masks? Your friends
Are plung'd in doubts, baffled, and led astray in you.
There's Oxenstein, there's Arnheim—neither knows
What he should think of your procrastinations.
And in the end I prove the liar; all
Passes through me. I've not even your hand-writing.
WALLENSTEIN.
TERTSKY.
If the act follows not upon the word?
You must yourself acknowledge, that in all
Your intercourses hitherto with th' enemy,
You might have done with safety all you have done,
Had you meant nothing further than to gull him
For th' Emperor's service.
WALLENSTEIN (after a pause, during which he
looks narrowly on Tertsky.)
And from whence dost thou know
That I'm not gulling him for th' Emperor's service?
