<i>Twelfth Night</i>&nbsp;is a frenetic comedy of tomfoolery and excess. Everything is purposefully ridiculous&mdash;a satire of previously written farces, reveling in itself. While in&nbsp;<i>As You Like It</i>&nbsp;Shakespeare gives us, for once, a genuinely convincing picture of love, in&nbsp;<i>Twelfth Night</i>&nbsp;he is back to his old sardonic ways. Shakespeare was perhaps as cynical as Proust or Freud on the subject of love, since he seems to savor its arbitrariness.