The Prince found Buttercup waiting unhappily outside his chamber doors.Its my letter she began. I cannot make it right.Come in come in the Prince said gently. Maybe we can help you. She sat down in the same chair as before. All right Ill close my eyes and listen read to me.Westley my passion my sweet my only my own. Come back come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment Buttercup. She looked at Humperdinck. Well Do you think Im throwing myself at him
Ill follow thee and make a heaven of hellTo die upon the hand I love so well.