“Margaret, Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?    Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,    And summer's lease hath all too short a date:   "Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love."

Upon hearing the sonnets, Margaret ran down the turret stairs.  At the same time Jurgen made his way up the stairs (as best he could in a suit of armor).  There was only one slight flaw in the reenactment. 

The passage was so narrow, that when they passionately embraced -- they couldn’t un-embrace.  It was clearly not wide enough for both of them .  The more they tried to pry themselves apart the tighter the situation became.

“We could be stuck this way all night!”  Margaret tried to suppress the panic in her voice.  She drank so much mead while she was waiting for him, she REALLY  had to pee. 

“Do something!” Margaret said, as she started to do the "bathroom dance" (which he mistook for attempts to dislodge them),

Jurgen thought for a moment.  There was only one thing he could do.  He raised his hands above Margaret’s head and adjusted the watch. 

“My darling Margaret, I can only see one way out of this, but I’ll be back in no thyme.”   And with that he disappeared.