:41:00
But then he disappears
for the length of a bible.
:41:05
There.
You have this duel.
:41:07
A skirmish of words and swords
such as I never wrote, nor anyone.
:41:11
He dies with such passion and poetry
as you ever heard.
:41:16
"A plague
on both your houses!"
:41:25
He dies?
:41:30
- Ohh!
- Will!
:41:32
Where are my pages?
:41:46
[ Shakespeare ]
Did you give her my letter?
:41:50
And this is for you!
:42:05
Oh, Thomas,
she has cut my strings.
:42:10
I'm unmanned,
:42:12
unmended and unmade,
:42:15
like a puppet
in a box.
:42:17
- Writer, is he?
- Row your boat!
:42:19
She tells me
to keep away.
:42:21
She is to marry Lord Wessex!
What should I do?
:42:25
If you love her,
you must do as she asks.
:42:28
- And break her heart and mine?
- It is only yours you can know.
:42:31
She loves me, Thomas!
:42:33
- Does she say so?
- No.
:42:35
And yet she does where the ink has run
with tears.
:42:38
- Was she weeping
when she gave you this?
- Uh--
:42:41
- Her letter came to me by the nurse.
- Your aunt.
:42:44
Yes, my aunt.
:42:48
But perhaps
she wept a little.
:42:52
Tell me
how you love her, Will.
:42:55
Like a sickness
and its cure together.
:42:58
[ Sighs ]
Oh, yes.