"I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good." 
 Wow, okay. I am trying to wrap my feelings around this play. I liked this play, but make no mistake, this was not written for any reason but to earn a quick dollar or pound. The dialogue and speeches in this rom-com is standard Shakespeare, and I am glad because this plot is a weak recycle of one (and I think two) play(s). I am not a lover of romantic comedies, but I like Shakespearean language enough to indulge in his rom-coms. In my mind, The Bard needed cash to finance his play for the Feast of the Epiphany which he originally wrote under the working title What You Will. To get this cash, he wrote a shorter play that borrowed liberally from his earlier plays as well as his upcoming one. He managed to get this play wrote up and a few royalties later he finally came out with the play he wanted: Twelfth Night. [insert "All the world's a stage" monologue here] I mean as much as I chuckled at some of the dialogue, there was no effort put into this plot-wise (seriously had a character called Duke Senior....c'mon Will). Per usual, lots of silly people fell in love and as is the rule of the Shakespearean rom-com: EVERYONE YOUNG MUST GET MARRIED!! Jacques, the "All The Worlds A Stage" guy, seemed to be as lost and bemused about these shenanigans as I was (seriously he was leaning on the fourth wall throughout the play). Of course, this play was not meant to be real heavy on....reality so it has to be taken as is. Everyone is here to have fun, write poetry on trees, cross-dress, and get married. It says a lot about Shakespeare that his throwaway work is still performed today, but Ben Johnson and Christopher Marlowe--no such luck with their best work. 
 "Rosalind: It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue; but it is no more unhandsome than to see the lord the prologue. If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue. Yet to good wine they do use good bushes, and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What a case am I in then, that am neither a good epilogue, nor cannot insinuate with you in the behalf of a good play! I am not furnished like a beggar; therefore to beg will not become me. My way is to conjure you, and I'll begin with the women. I charge you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of this play as please you; and I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women -- as I perceive by your simpering, none of you hates them -- that between you and the women the play may please. If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me, and breaths that I defied not; and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell."