TERZKY.
Nay, but bethink you, Duke.
WALLENST.
To live upon the mercy of these Swedes!
Of these proud-hearted Swedes!—I could not bear it.
ILLO.
Goest thou as fugitive, as mendicant?
Bringest thou not more to them than thou receivest?
WALLENST.
How fared it with the brave and royal Bourbon
Who sold himself unto his country's foes,
And pierced the bosom of his father-land?
Curses were his reward, and men's abhorrence
Avenged th' unnatural and revolting deed.
ILLO.
Is that thy case?