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.

I give myself very good advice,

But I very seldom follow it,

That explains the trouble that I'm always in,

Be patient, is very good advice,

But the waiting makes me curious,

And I'd love the change,

Should something strange begin,

Well I went along my merry way,

And I never stopped to reason,

I should have know there'd be a price to pay,

Someday...someday,

I give myself very good advice,

But I very seldom follow it,

Will I ever learn to do the things I should?

Will I ever learn to do the things I should? 

 very good advice ❥

"Quando renunciamos aos nossos sonhos e encontramos a paz - disse ele depois de um tempo - temos um pequeno período de tranquilidade. Mas os sonhos mortos começam a apodrecer dentro de nós, e infestar todo o ambiente em que vivemos. Começamos a nos tornar cruéis com aqueles que nos cercam, e finalmente passamos a dirigir esta crueldade contra nós mesmos. Surgem as doenças e psicoses. O que queríamos evitar no combate - a decepçao e a derrota - passa a ser o único legado de nossa covardia. E, um belo dia, os sonhos mortos e apodrecidos tornam o ar difícil de respirar e passamos a desejar a morte, a morte que nos livrasse de nossas certezas, de nossas ocupaçoes, e daquela terrível paz das tardes de domingo."

Podemos abrir mão de nossa realidade, podemos até mesmo não querer fazer parte dela. Mas uma vida sem sonhos, é um constante vazio.
Uma vida sem sonhos torna a pessoa amarga, sem certezas, sem aquele brilho no olhar e na alma, uma pessoa que vive eternamente presa na escuridão.
O sonho desperta uma sensação de esperança, de pureza, de tranquilidade. Acredito que a pessoa que sonha é criança de novo. Talvez porque no sonho não se possa fazer mal, e se não dá conta da vida, o maior criminoso, o mais fechado egoísta é sagrado, por uma magia natural, enquanto sonha. Desse modo, entre matar quem sonha e matar uma criança não conheço diferença que se sinta'.

"No, it's not that. It's not what you're thinking. I was serious when I said 'all of it'. I can remember every moment we were together, and in eachof them there was something wonderful. I can't really pick any one time that meant more than any other. The entire summer was perfect, the kind of summer everyone should have. How could I pick one moment over another? Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it."

 Nicholas Sparks

— 

Another world where the sun always shines
And the birds always sing
Always sing...