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It was fitting to end with Shakespeare's Epitaph on Himself, right?

I feel kinda weird; I started on my 18th Birthday but only made a serious push to get the job done much more recently. It's occupied the last couple of years, roughly, to make a concerted push to finish. And now I'm done. Weird.

I finished all the plays!
I have circa three pages of short lyric poetry to read and then I'm done!
One more review to come: Sonnets, a Lover's Complaint and "Various Poems."

A Doctor comes up with a scheme to fix the gaoler's daughter that's just about as bonkers as anything said daughter has done or said!

Emilia can't choose between Arcite and Palomon despite knowing Arcite when he was in disguise and never having spoken properly to Palomon.

The gaoler's daughter has gone, to use the technical term, completely bonkers.

Theseus interrupts the cousins' duel but it ends up that they are going to fight it out anyway - the winner to marry Emilia with her consent. These folks are all barmy.

Time for a May Day morris dance!

Arcite: You're my cousin and best pal! Let's have a fight over a woman you've never spoken to!
Palomon: OK - but I'm in shackles.
Arcite: Don't worry - I'll get you out of those, feed you up and provide you with arms and armour. Then we can fight to the death!
Me: Everybody who plays a significant role in a Romance is nuts.

We're ending in proper Shakespearean fashion; a character in disguise that everyone should recognise but somehow does not. *Contented sigh*