The Iolanthe was really lovely. I always forget how close to tragedy it gets at the end of act two, but I still laugh when the much-desired shepherdess Phyllis tells her lover Strephon, after learning that he is half fairy and his mother and aunts, who are fairies - though centuries old - look like pretty young ladies, says "Whenever I see you kissing a very young lady I shall know it's an elderly relative."