I've got the 'Shakes'

'Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn;
If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.'
Are we a 'pair of star cross'd lovers'?
Then 'I defy you stars' in uncertainty.

I am an asphyxiated girl now.
I surrender to you.
I hope you don't see this.
It certainly is killing me.
I'm tired of square one.

I love Shakespeare, until death do us part. And maybe a little after that, when I 'Heaven+' it. Inside joke.
Somebody understand, please?
No, shut up. All of you.