Speculations of Faustian bargains are not without foundation. This is a much better play. Between Love's Labour's Lost and Midsummer Night's Dream, Shakespeare becomes a different author. Stories have been written about sinister supernatural pacts to grant preternatural writing talent. Conspiracy theories have drafted in Marlow, or Spenser or Queen Elizabeth to help him out. But, I suspect he just listened to criticism and reflected on how to improve. The best writing in Love's Labour's Lost is only as good as any given line from the first four acts of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Here we have a play worthy of Shakespeare's reputation. Funny, well-phrased, populated with distinct and interesting characters and well-paced. At least until the last act, which I'll moan about later. Best of all, Shakespeare doesn't make a single antisemitic remark beginning to end. No sexy sheep stuff either. Instead, he fixates on how ugly he thinks Egyptians and Et...