Oc. 'Tis thy trust I want.
The. Thou hast it.
Oc. Swear 'tis mine.
The. My lover!
Oc. Swear!
Thy trust! Thy perfect trust!
The. 'Tis thine. I swear it.
Oc. Though fiends of doubt hail thee on every side,
Venting their slander from the mouth of winds.
Yet wilt thou trust me?