And I started Act III, although I dunno how far I'm going to get: as far as inspiration carries me, I suspect.
Reason for stopping: End of scene and my wrists still hurt from the last couple of days of marathons.
Yet be most proud of that which I compile,
Whose influence is thine, and born of thee:
In others' works thou dost but mend the style,
And arts with thy sweet graces graced be;
But thou art all my art, and dost advance
As high as learning, my rude ignorance.