TERZKY.
What shall we make of this?
WALLENSTEIN.
Said I not so?
O my prophetic heart! he is still here.
He has not betray'd me—he could not betray me.
I never doubted of it.
COUNTESS.
If he be
Still here, then all goes well; for I know what
[Embracing THEKLA]
Will keep him here forever.
TERZKY.
It can't be.
His father has betray'd us, is gone over
To the Emperor—the son could not have ventured
To stay behind.