Ove the past four days, I have been reading a play called The Taming of The Shrew by William Shakespeare. The play is about a parent who has a beautiful young daughter and a shrewd, sharp-tongued, rude older daughter. He must marry off his older daughter before the younger one, and has a big problem while doing it; who’s going to marry a sharp-tongued little brat who slaps her little sister for no reason?
The story starts when a drunk peddler starts yelling at the innkeeper for more wine. Then he passes out on the tables and a lord arrives. The lord plays a prank on the peddler, whose name is Christophero Sly, by acting as if the peddler’s a lord. the result is that the Sly forgets himself and acts like a lord. they go to a play for entertainment, and the actual story commences.
A man with two daughters must marry off both of them, but the older has a sharp tongue while the younger is angelic. However, the older must be married off first by tradition. The younger has many suitors while the older has none, and the men would not like a name-caller instead of an angel. All the nobles of the village get together and disguise themselves as teachers of music to woo the younger daughter. While this happens, one of the musicians, Petruchio, lays eyes on the older daughter and sees nothing else. This man also has a sharp tongue, and soon they engage in a word-fencing game. He then marries her and after he is wedded to her, the real struggle begins. In the end, another one of the musicians, named Lucentio, gets the younger to be his wife.
I don’t know the moral of the story, but I do know that sometimes, despite having a purpose, some traditions can be extremely inconvenient. Mark twain said in his book “Tom Sawyer”, “Often, the less there is to justify a traditional custom, the harder it is to get rid of it.”