Regarding the marriage of Petruchio and Katherine, Harold Bloom says that they “rather clearly are going to be the happiest married couple in all of Shakespeare” (Bloom 28). The reason for this is that they are perfect for each other, as is suggested several times throughout the play. Bloom also writes that those who see the play as a “problem play” may themselves have a problem. I will take issue with the absolutism of the claim, but I agree with it to some extent. To put this into the context of Shakespeare’s cannon, it is useful to compare the ending of Taming of the Shrew to some of the other comedic endings in Shakespeare.
In the final scene of Taming of the Shrew, Lucentio, Hortensio, and Petruchio have a wager on whose wife will come to them when summoned. Both Bianca and the widow give excuses why they will not be summoned, whereas Kate appears right away. She then launches into a lesson (which I’ll look at later) on women’s proper behaviour towards the husband, the centerpiece being
I am ashamed that women are so simple
It is very hard to read this section literally, as Bloom highlights in his essay. Katherine is not quite as obedient as the men believe her to be. Katherine is happy as she happily deceives Petruchio through appeasement, while Petruchio is happy that he has tamed his wife. Thus a happy marriage.
Let’s look at two of the greater Shakespearean comedic women, Rosalind (As You Like It) and Viola (Twelfth Night). After proving throughout the play that Rosalind is better than everyone surrounding her, she allows herself to be married to Orlando by the god Hymen. Here Rosalind forgoes all independence and shakes off the dominant role she creates for herself, giving all power to her husband. Viola takes Orsino moments after agreeing to be executed by him when he believes that she (under the guise of Caesario) stole Olivia who should have been his.
We are meant to believe that at the end of these two high comedies, all is well, all is happy, and the women are better off than they were at the start of the plays. What separates these two from Katherine is that they were in love with their men from the start of the play (or close to it), and though it costs them something in the end, they do attain what they set out to attain.
Beatrice (Much Ado About Nothing) is closer to Katherine than Rosalind and Viola. She spends the play doing what she can to retain her independence, until at the end when she and Benedick are awkwardly pushed together, like two tweens at a school dance. Finally, Beatrice concedes, but, as always, with condition.
This will be a rocky marriage.
And then we have two problematic endings in Measure for Measure and The Winter’s Tale, in which the two women (Isabella and Hermione) are silent as they are taken for wives (or remarriage in Hermione’s case) following a string of abuses. There is nothing promising about Isabella’s future with the Duke, or Hermione’s future with her supposedly reformed husband.
Indeed, it seems that Portia and Narissa from Merchant of Venice and Helena from All’s Well That Ends Well are the only women that come out on top, having tricked their men in order to assert their dominance over them, although I still don’t fully understand Helena’s motives.
Joanna Horton as Helena in All's Well That Ends Well. Photo:Ellie Kurttz
But what makes Taming of the Shrew the exception to these comedies is that the marriage is not the conclusion. We don’t have to imagine Petruchio and Kate’s married scene because we see it (albeit barely) unfold in the second half of the play.
So the question becomes: are they satisfied? Is anyone in this play satisfied? That is, do they end better than they began? To borrow the sentiment from Alexander Hamilton and Angelica Schuyler in the Tony winning musical Hamilton, Petruchio and Kate have personalities that suggest that they will never be satisfied.
I’ll begin as the play does, with the Induction, where Christopher Sly, a drunk, passes out at a country tavern. Before this, he tells the hostess:
Connected with the idea of satisfaction is how often characters invoke their parentage or ancestry to elevate themselves. Christopher Sly is a proud man, which lends to the comedy of him being made a fool of later in the Induction.
And says that Baptista (Kate and Bianca’s father) knew Antonio.
And while it is difficult to separate her sincerity from her sarcasm, I think we are meant to take her at her word here. Katherine, publicly scorned by her father as a burden, lashes out because he is very clear that he does not love her.
Why do fathers play such a large role in this play? Fathers play a large role in many Shakespeare plays, and are often linked to satisfaction or success and happiness. Prince Hal reforms himself in order to live up to his disappointed father’s expectations. Hamlet becomes consumed by fulfilling his promise to his father. Miranda is torn apart (for a good second) when she breaks her promise to her father. The relationship between Cordelia and her father is the greatest relationship in Shakespeare. Again, we can’t surmise too much about Shakespeare’s life, but his role as either a son, a father, or both must have contributed somehow as it becomes intrinsically intertwined with a satisfaction in life. This is why, in order to achieve happiness, Lucentio, Petruchio, and Kate must prove themselves as independents worthy of their fathers’ names, lives, or respect.
What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher
But after a few lines, and being told he has a noble wife, Sly concedes.
Am I a lord? and have I such a lady?
After the play-within-a-play begins, we see Sly once more, his final line before fading into the silent background:
While traveling to Baptista’s, Petrchio looks at the sun and says “how good and brightly shines the moon” (IV.v). Kate questions him at first, but Hortensio urges her to agree with him or else they would never get to Baptista’s.
This is a complete about-face from when we see her dragged off stage an act earlier. Here is the duality of the play. Either after being denied her family, food, and heat, and after watching priests, servants, and tailors beaten into submission, she caves to his every whim, doing whatever it takes to placate him. Kate is tamed.
Or she plays him the same way he played her in their initial volley. Kate appeases Petruchio to get what she wants. Support for this view comes in their next scene, on the public street.
Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.
First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
What, in the midst of the street?
What, art thou ashamed of me?
No, sir, God forbid; but ashamed to kiss.
Why, then let's home again. Come, sirrah, let's away.
Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay.
Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate:
Better once than never, for never too late. (V.i)
Here we see Petrchio play the same trick as during the previous scene, and Kate responds in the same way. But there is a distinct tonal shift. In the moon scene she agrees with him at Hortensio’s request, and it is hard not to read defeat in her words, or at least, pleading. Here, she is happy. Here, she does not need him – for all she wants is to see the chaos of the other characters – but acquiesces all the same. She is playing him, and he is perfectly content to be played.
They kiss. They are satisfied.
This brings us full circle to the “moral” of the play, Kate’s final speech. Here in full.
Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love and obey.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown;
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband's foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready; may it do him ease.