The gates of the Globe Theatre are finally beginning to open. I have been saving for this day, little by little. I could hardly sit still, waiting to leave this morning. I packed a small snack to pass the time. It is a miracle that my husband, Henry Carmichael, and I have been able to afford this rare luxury. He works as a chandler, so we are never in need of a good candle. However, the small profit earned from selling our goods goes to provide for life necessities, like feeding our seven children. Fortunately, I have been doing needlework on the side. I embroidered twelve dresses to pay the two penny entrance fee!
We have started walking in the slightly dim theatre. The sky is overcast, but the clouds do not appear to threaten rain. The pit is beginning to fill, so we hurry to get a good view of the stage. The previous day’s rain leaves the ground somewhat muddy, but I am too excited to notice my sinking shoes. The stage is raised above us and I watch with envy as the wealthiest of London file into their places on the stage.
We have started walking in the slightly dim theatre. The sky is overcast, but the clouds do not appear to threaten rain. The pit is beginning to fill, so we hurry to get a good view of the stage. The previous day’s rain leaves the ground somewhat muddy, but I am too excited to notice my sinking shoes. The stage is raised above us and I watch with envy as the wealthiest of London file into their places on the stage.
After much debate, Henry and I decided to see Taming of the Shrew. My sister works as a servant in the palace and overheard a few women raving about its hilarity. Henry wanted to see Macbeth, but we agreed this was a play we would both enjoy. The voices of the eager audience have blended into a loud hum by the time the actors step on stage. Even the sight of the actors in their garish outfits cannot calm the anticipation of this crowd. After a few moments, the loud hum simmers off, but the poorly mannered peasants still talk frequently. Soon the play begins, and with some annoyance, I learn to tune out the loud whispers all around me and take in the art of theatre.
We step outside as the sun begins to peek through the parting clouds. I start in on my opinions on Katherine, the shrew. She acted without any manners! I do not understand what would make a woman drive away any possible chance for marriage. After all, it is a good woman’s duty to find a husband and care for his family. Henry agrees, but he detests the awful way Petruchio treats his wife. We decide both parties are at fault for preventing what could have been a great start to a beautiful marriage. When you go into something with an open mind, you are able to find joy in all places. That is what worked for Henry and me! Our marriage has been nothing but happiness. I was lucky to marry a craftsman with what little dowry my father had to offer! On our walk back home to our children, I cannot help but think of how lucky I am in my marriage.
