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Viola has discovered that Will is married. The playwright Christopher Marlowe has been killed, and Viola had mistakenly believed that the murdered poet was Will. In this scene, Will lies in a meadow, speaking to Viola, who is at his side.

Will: Marlowe's touch was in my Titus Andronicus and my Henry VI was a house built on his foundations.
Viola: You never spoke so well of him.

Will: He was not dead before. I would exchange all my plays to come for all of his that will never come.
Viola: You lie. You lie in your meadow as you lied in my bed.
Will: My love is no lie. I have a wife, yes, and I cannot marry the daughter of Sir Robert De Lesseps. It needed no wife come from Stratford to tell you that. And yet you let me come to your bed.
Viola: Calf love. I loved the writer, and gave up the prize for a sonnet.
Will: I was the more deceived.
Viola: Yes, you were deceived, because I did not know how much I loved you. I loved you Will, beyond poetry.
Will: Oh, my love. They kiss. You ran from me before.
Viola: When I thought you dead I did not care about all the plays that would never come, only that I would never see your face. I saw our end. It will come.
Will: You cannot marry Wessex.
Viola: If not you, why not Wessex? If not Wessex, the Queen will know the cause and there will be no more Will Shakespeare. They kiss. I will go to Wessex as a widow from these vows, as solemn as they are unsanctified.