Clive: Whilst that he make only a lonely heart.
Ian: A heart that waits not to be so alone.
Clive: But that he liveth in anothers’ exile.
Ian: That it is so willed by others.
Clive: When others disgrace my heart’s meaning.
Ian: Thou in thy holy company.
Clive: Don’t dare consider it mine.
Ian: Who has but last considered it?
Clive: One that is true to thy heart.