Well, I shall close my Shakespeare night paraphrasing a line I had the good fortune of delivering in front of a sold-out house in college the night I proposed to my then girlfriend (now wife) onstage after the curtain call:
"The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:
Natstown, rejoice; 'tis almost drinking time.
I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn
As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
This palpable-sweet win hath well beguiled
The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to drink!
A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
In nightly revels and new jollity."