Second Best Bed. By N. Richard Nash. (Arts.)
IN this perfectly harmless and quite tasteless bit of twaddle Master Will Shakespeare is exhibited in Stratford during a jaunt down from London. He is, it seems, in search of his lost youth. In the pursuit he gets as drunk as a fiddler's doxie, raises a riot among the yokels, dallies with a bawd on the banks of the Avon, and attempts for the umpteenth time to tame his shrew, Anne Hathaway—but without success, for she ups and fells him with a platter, thus knocking the passion out of this pilgrim. The connection between these characters and their historical counterparts one would judge to be impurely coincidental. Some of the fun and games reminded me or that ditty sung by the two toughs in Kiss Me, Kate
Brush up your Shakespeare, start quoting him now ; Brush up your Shakespeare and the women you will wow.
Only it is poor Will who is wowed on the stage of the Arts. And
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