Duch. I have received the Prince's message:
Say, I prepare my answer!
Val. Take me, Cleves! [He withdraws.
Duch. Mournful—that nothing 's what it calls itself!
Devotion, zeal, faith, loyalty—mere love!
And, love in question, what may Berthold's be?
I did ill to mistrust the world so soon:
Already was this Berthold at my side.
The valley-level has its hawks, no doubt:
May not the rock-top have its eagles, too?