The Taming of the Shrew is a comedy by William Shakespeare,
written late sixteenth century.
Like most of Shakespeare’s comedies, there is more than
one story. The title refers to Katharina, the shrew, and the efforts of her
husband, Petruchio, to tame her. The secondary story is about Katharina’s sweet
sister Bianca and her three suitors: Lucentio, Gremio, and Hortensio.
In one sense, this play does not age well. It’s quite misogynistic.
Petruchio overtly declares…
She is my goods, my chattels…
But that was the reality of sixteenth-century Italy. A wife
was not a partner. Her husband was lord and master. It isn’t very believable, at any rate. It’s a preposterous
farce.
Katharina was beautiful and came with a good dowry, but
she was indeed a shrew. Even her father avowed as much. When she briefly
thought Petruchio had left her at the altar, she leaves the room crying, and
her father professes…
Go girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep
For such an injury would vex a very saint,
Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.
Petruchio was wealthy in his own right and presumably
could have wooed a more amiable companion. I’m unsure what set his mind on Katharina,
but he was confident he could tame her. I’m not sure what convinced Katharina
to consent either. But they are wed, and Petruchio begins the taming. He
withholds food, decent clothing, sleep, and other wishes until his wife becomes
more dutiful. But at different times, he is unphased and even pleasant in
response to her spite. And it seems to work. Katharina wonders...
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears:
What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars, that come unto my father’s door,
Upon entreaty have a present alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I, - who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I should entreat, –
Am starved for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed:
And that which spites me more than all these wants,
He does it under the name of perfect love;…
Or, from Petruchio’s perspective…
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness
And thus I’ll curb her mad and headstrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak; ‘tis charity to show.
And then there’s the contesting for sweet Bianca. And
that just gets silly. At least four persons assume someone else’s identity, a
common ploy of Shakespeare, though I wasn’t always certain what the deception
was supposed to accomplish. It works for one in the end, who wins fair Bianca.
One of her other suitors gets a different wife, and at the end of the play, the
three new husbands wager on who has the most dutiful wife; of course, Katharina
wins the day.