Esteem them, love them more than you and others,
E'en as they merit. Therefore are they eye-blights,
Thorns in your footpath. But your jealousies,
In what affect they me or my concerns?
Are they the worse to me because you hate them?
Love or hate one another as you will,
I leave to each man his own moods and likings;
Yet know the worth of each of you to me.

ILLO.
Von Questenberg, while he was here, was always
Lurking about with this Octavio.

WALLENSTEIN.
It happened with my knowledge and permission.

ILLO.
I know that secret messengers came to him
From Gallas----

WALLENSTEIN.
That's not true.

ILLO.
O thou art blind,
With thy deep-seeing eyes!

WALLENSTEIN.
Thou wilt not shake
My faith for me; my faith, which founds itself