V Whence knoweft thou that I'm not gulling all of Doft thou know me fo well? When made I thee I am not conscious that I ever open'd My inmost thoughts to thee. Th' Emperor, it is Hath dealt with me amifs; and if I would, No wifelier than thy fellows. TERTSKY. So haft thou always play'd thy game with us. Enter ILLO. SCENE XI. ILLO, WALLENSTEIN, TERTSKY. WALLENSTEIN. How ftand affairs without? Are they prepar'd? ILLO. You'll find them in the very mood you wish. They know about the Emperor's requifitions, And are tumultuous. WALLENSTEIN. How hath Ifolan Declar'd himself? ILLO, Since you built ILLO. He's your's, both foul and body, up again his Faro-bank. WALLENSTEIN. And which way doth Kolatto bend? Haft thou Made fure of Tiefenbach and Deodate? I would you trusted not so much to Octavio, The fox! WALLENSTEIN. Thou teacheft me to know my man? Sixteen campaigns I have made with that old warrior. Befides, I have his horofcope, We both are born beneath like ftars in short To this belongs its own particular aspect. ILLO. There is among them all but this one voice, You You must not lay down the command. I hear WALLENSTEIN. If I'm in aught to bind myfelf to them, ILLO. Of course. WALLENSTEIN. Their words of honor they must give, their oaths, Why not? ILLO. TERTSKY. Devotion unconditional? The exception of their duties towards Austria WALLENSTEIN (Shaking his head.) No premises, no referves. ILLO. A thought has ftruck me. Does not Count Tertfky give us a fet banquet ILLO (to Wallenftein.) Say, will you here fully Commiffion me to use my own discretion? WALLENSTEIN. Gain me their fignatures! How you come by them, that is your concern. ILLO. And if I bring it to you, black on white, WALLENSTEIN. Gain me the fignatures. The fignatures! ILLO. Seize, feize the hour Ere it flips from you. Seldom comes the moment O! many things, all tranfient and all rapid, Their kinglike leader! On your nod they wait. The fingle threads, which here your profperous fortune Hath woven together in one potent web In the great ftream of multitude. Behold, They are still here, here ftill! But foon the war Bursts them once more asunder, and in small Particular anxieties and interefts Scatters their spirit, and the sympathy Of each man with the whole. He, who to-day WALLENSTEIN. The time is not yet come. TERTSKY. So you fay always. But when will it be time? WALLENSTEIN. When I fhall fay it. ILLO. You'll wait upon the stars, and on their hours, |