It was lights out for Romeo at Glimmerglass. Well, it’s always lights out for both of Shakespeare’s suicidal lovers. Eventually. But in the closing moments of Gounod’s Romeo et Juliette last Sunday on the shores of Lake Otsego, in a valley cleaving the greening Catskill-Adirondack mountains, whilst still singing at full throttle, and just as he was poised behind his still not yet revived Juliette on a stone slab, about to utter his last lament after swigging his fatal potion, it literally was, “lights out” for Romeo.