'Course, I fell in love with Shakespeare because I got to see his plays first, before those stuffy, uptight schoolboard decided what I should learn from him...

This was back in the day when their were only 4 stations to choose from on the tv.

It was a Sunday, and it was raining. My four choices of things to watch were: golf, boxing, bowling, and a play of some sort.

Two women in Shakespeare-y clothing:

First woman: I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my cuz, be merry.

(Well, thought I, this looks like Shakespeare, and sounds like Shakespeare... But isn't "cuz" modern slang? Maybe this is a spoof.)

So I stuck with it. It wasn't a spoof, but one of the BBC productions of As You Like It... and by the end of the second act, I was LOLing!

(one of the snippets that got me that way):

JAQUES: [...] I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs. More, I prithee, more.

AMIENS My voice is ragged: I know I cannot please you.

JAQUES I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to sing. Come, more; another stanzo: call you 'em stanzos?

AMIENS What you will, Monsieur Jaques.

JAQUES Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing. Will you sing?