Now go, Octavio.
This night must thou be off, take my own horses
Him here I keep with me—make short farewell—
Trust me, I think, we all shall meet again
In joy and thriving fortunes.
OCTAVIO (to his son).
I shall see you
Yet ere I go.
SCENE II
WALLENSTEIN, MAX PICCOLOMINI
MAX. (advances to him).
My General?
WALLENSTEIN.
That I am no longer, if
Thou stylest thyself the Emperor's officer.