No!
Nay, Heaven forbid!
WALLENSTEIN.
And why should Heaven forbid?
ILLO.
Him!—that deceiver! Wouldst thou trust to him
The soldiery? Him wilt thou let slip from thee,
Now in the very instant that decides us—
TERZKY.
Thou wilt not do this—No! I pray thee, no!
WALLENST.
Ye are whimsical.