So the prince would like to tell me a poem of love?
whilst bent on knee with ring in hand?
You will never age for me, nor fade,
nor die.
VIOLA
Nor you for me.
WILL
Good bye, my love, a thousand times
good bye.
VIOLA
Write me well.
WILL (VO)
whose soul is greater than the ocean …
and her spirit stronger than the sea's
embrace … not for her watery end, but
a new life beginning on a stranger
shore
