"I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands and wrote my will across the sky in stars."
Stars Shine Darkly
ANTONIO: Will you stay no longer? Nor will you not that I go with you?
SEBASTIAN: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you."
"Do not be afraid; our fate Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift."