ISRAEL. I heard somebody speaking.
JACOB. That was the Heir Apparent.
ISRAEL. What did he want?
JACOB. I don't think he has the slightest idea of what he wants.
ISRAEL. Is he your friend?
JACOB. Yes, so he calls himself, but I am not his. Because he thinks that he is honouring me with his friendship, he flatters himself with the belief that I return it.
ISRAEL. You are frightfully wise for a young man of your age.
JACOB. Why, it's an axiom in the art of living, that you must not be the friend of your enemy.
ISRAEL. Can he be made useful?
JACOB. Running errands, perhaps, provided you keep him wholesomely ignorant of the matter at stake. Otherwise I don't think I ever saw an heir apparent more useless than this one.