I heart The Bard

I went to see a staged reading of Love's Labour's Lost tonight with MolPage & my Civil Partner.  It was thoroughly enjoyable; talented players, people I like, and Shakespeare.  After much laughter and...innuendo (every so often Lawson and I would look at each other and he'd say, "Penis joke!"), I found a kindred spirit in the Princess (portrayed by the lovely SMC). 
 

Act V, sc. 2 (line 788)

PRINCESS
A time, methinks, too short
To make a world-without-end bargain in.
No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much,
Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this:
If for my love, as there is no such cause,
You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed
To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
There stay until the twelve celestial signs
Have brought about the annual reckoning.
If this austere insociable life
Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds
Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
But that it bear this trial and last love;
Then, at the expiration of the year,
Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts,
And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine
I will be thine; and till that instant shut
My woeful self up in a mourning house,
Raining the tears of lamentation
For the remembrance of my father's death.
If this thou do deny, let our hands part,
Neither entitled in the other's heart.

For one who seems so often to poke fun at people in love in his works, I think The Bard understood.
Maybe it was just for a moment, but when he penned this, by Jove...

He got it.