In my senior year in high school, I took a class called Shakespeare for performance. It was a joint class by the English and drama departments, and ended with a truncated version of A Midsummers Night’s Dream, which we performed at a school assembly. If I recall, it consisted of four scenes: the opening scene, one of the forest/fairy/lovers scenes, the mechanicals’ rehearsal, and the Pyramus and Thisbe scene.
I was Theseus. The girl playing Hippolyta had to change her costume between the first and last scene; she wore a ragged dress as if I had just captured her from the Amazons in the first scene; for the last scene (which was supposed to be our wedding) she wore a toga. She didn’t have much time to make the change, so I, not having a costume change, helped her.
We had it all planned out. After the opening scene we rushed back to the green room, she stripped down to her skivvies, then we wrapped the toga around her, ready to go do the last scene. The part we didn’t plan was actually figuring out how to tie on a toga. After struggling with the thing for about ten minutes, we realized that we had about two minutes to go, so we jury rigged something up, tied a knot somewhere, and rushed out on stage.
At which point her toga promptly fell off.
On the scale of entertainment, I would say that for most middle-high schoolers, Shakespeare ranks relatively low. On the other hand, a reasonable attractive young lady performing an inadvertent strip tease on stage probably more than made up for it.