I know what the next scene is, and I can't get the bloody thing to start kicking over, so I spent the afternoon expanding and rewriting previous scenes. Now I'm going back to kick Act I, scene viii a little more and see if I can grind through to the guts.
It lies not in our power to love, or hate, For will in us is over-rul’d by fate.
--Christopher Marlowe, Hero and Leander (I, l. 167-168)
Look how he can, she cannot choose but love; And by her fair immortal hand she swears,