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 COPYRIGHT 1909 
 
 BY 
 
 RALPH FLETCHER SEYMOUR COMPANY 
 
 of CONGRESS 
 
 APR 28 1809 
 
" When in the chronicle of wasted time, 
 We plead our guilt and take our share of blame, 
 As those who risked or reasoning or rhyme, 
 We'll say, "But ^franklin Head — he did the same; 
 'Twas he who found the route and fixed the gait; 
 We learned of him to trifle Ttoith the great." * 
 
CAST OF CHARACTERS 
 
 HOSTESS 
 
 ANNE HATHAWAY of Shottery 
 
 CATHERINE of Aragon 
 
 ANNE BOLEYN of London 
 
 JANE SEYMOUR of Gaultree Forest 
 
 ANNE of Cleves 
 
 CATHERINE HOWARD of Surrey 
 
 CATHERINE PARR of Westminster 
 
 VOLUMNIA of Rome 
 
 QUEEN GERTRUDE .of Elsinore 
 
 OPHELIA of Elsinore 
 
 JULIET MONTAGUE, nee Capulet of Verona 
 
 JULIET'S NURSE also of Verona 
 
 MIRANDA of the Isle of Sycorax 
 
 LADY MACBETH of Inverness 
 
 CLEOPATRA of Egypt 
 
 MRS. CALPHURNIA CAESAR of Gaul 
 
 MRS. PORTIA CATO BRUTUS of Capitoline Hill 
 
 MISTRESS FORD of Windsor 
 
 MISTRESS PAGE of Windsor 
 
 MAJORDOMO or Page 
 
 BUTLER, who serves tea 
 
THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 A SHAKESPEAREAN FANTASY 
 
 By 
 
 ANNA MORGAN AND ALICE WARD BAILEY 
 
 SCENE 
 
 Living-room of Hostess. Walls hung in dull green. A bust of 
 Shakespeare on a carved stand at back of stage, center. Antique 
 carved chairs and table, with tea service, left. Carved settle to right. 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 HE TIME HAS COME TO MAKE 
 THE GREAT EXPERIMENT. 
 WERE SHAKESPEARE'S 
 HEROINES ALIVE, AS CRIT- 
 ICS SAY, 
 REALITIES THAT ANSWERED 
 
 EVERY TEST? 
 OR WERE THEY PUPPETS ON 
 THE STRING HE PULLED? 
 The pictured likeness of a face he saw; 
 A shadow caught in passing; visions, dreams, 
 Dissolved as soon as he who gave them form 
 Ceased from the cunning operation of his skill? 
 If once alive, then now, as I will prove ; 
 For missives sent into the Great Beyond 
 Addressed to each by her own proper name 
 Brought back these answers: 
 "I will come and will set forth the painful tale 
 Of Wolsey's treachery and of the King's default." 
 
 (Signed) "Catherine of Aragon." 
 5 
 
THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 Likewise did these, the other wives of Henry, 
 Hamlet's mother, Cleopatra, Juliet, and others. 
 
 Enter Majordomo, who presents card 
 
 HOSTESS: (Surprised. Reads:) 
 
 Mrs. William Shakespeare! Can it be? 
 She comes unsummoned, if indeed 'tis she. 
 
 Enter Anne Hathaway. 
 
 Anne curtseys. Hostess offers hand. 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 An unexpected pleasure. Surely doubt of your identity 
 Never entered any heart. 
 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 Aye. No one argues if I did or did not live, 
 
 Yet of my life make havoc as they will. 
 
 Let it go— I come not for redress, 
 
 But as a messenger, no more, no less, 
 
 Unto thyself, since thou art bent 
 
 On making here thy great experiment. 
 
 Know it is Shakespeare's will that here, to-day, 
 
 He shall be represented by Anne Hathaway. 
 *»m So rapt the Master in his work, he sends 
 
 By me his love, and greetings to his friends, 
 
 And bids the truth Godspeed, for ever has he sought 
 
 The truth in all he wrote and taught. 
 
 Majordomo is heard at door talking 
 with a number of women. 
 
 MAJORDOMO: 
 
 Nay, but you cannot all be the Queens of Henry VIII ! 
 What shall I say? First — second — third? 
 
 CATHERINE of Aragon (Interrupting) : 
 
 Peace, fellow; hearken and be still. I was his first, 
 Nor did renounce the name, nor will. 
 
 ANNE BOLEYN: 
 
 He renounced it for thee, and handed on to me. 
 
 ANNE of Cleves: 
 
 But to wrest from thee. What hast more than I? 
 
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A SHAKESPEAREAN FANTASY 
 
 CATHERINE HOWARD : 
 
 Or I? 
 CATHERINE PARR: 
 
 I was his last. None took from me the name of Queen. 
 JANE SEYMOUR: 
 
 No need; thou didst thyself bestow it on another king. 
 CATHERINE PARR: 
 
 After Henry was dead. 
 JANE SEYMOUR: 
 
 Unqueened ye were, ye five, by axe, or judge, or your 
 own giving. 
 
 I was the lawfulest Queen, while I was living. 
 
 MAJORDOMO (To himself) : I'll bunch 'em! 
 
 (Announces.) The six wives of Henry VIII! 
 
 The wives look daggers at him but 
 summon all their dignity and sail into 
 the room. 
 
 CATH. OF AR. (To Hostess) : 
 
 Unnamed I come. 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 But not unrecognized, 
 
 For dignity and pride of birth and piety 
 
 Write plain your name, great Queen. 
 
 Hostess presents Cath. of Ar. to Anne 
 H. They greet each other and draw 
 apart in conversation. Hostess turns 
 to Anne B., who says in an aside : 
 ANNE B.: 
 
 That was Catherine of Aragon whom you saluted by 
 the title I should bear ; myself am Anne, the Queen. 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Yes? You are welcome, too. 
 
 JANE SEYMOUR (Frowning, as she looks at her 
 companions) : 
 
 I wot not why these came; they have no part in what 
 was wrote. 
 
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THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 CATHERINE PARR: 
 
 No more hast thou. 
 
 ANNE OF CLEVES : 
 
 Many a time and oft 
 Have I soothed Henry, 
 Singing small ditties 
 When he was o'erwrought 
 
 And "sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought," 
 Like this: (SINGS.) 
 
 CATHERINE PARR: 
 
 I did divert him with grave discourse. 
 
 JANE SEYMOUR: 
 So 'tis said, 
 
 And that thou nearly lost thereby thy head. 
 What then? Did I not to him bear, 
 Costing my life, a son, and England's heir? 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 As the children say, "Let's play you are all queens." 
 
 Majordomo announces Mrs. Calphur- 
 nia Caesar, of Gaul, and Mrs. Portia 
 Cato Brutus of Capitoline Hill. 
 
 MRS. CAESAR: 
 
 All queens, said you? Then 'tis no place for her 
 Whose lord did thrice put by the crown they offered 
 him. 
 
 MRS. BRUTUS: 
 
 Nor for the wife of him who dared prevent a fourth time 
 of that offering. 
 
 MRS. CAESAR (Reproachfully): 
 
 Portia, did we not agree long since 
 
 That bygones should be bygones twixt us twain? 
 
 MRS. BRUTUS: 
 
 That did we, and will hold thereto. 
 
 They are greeted by Hostess and 
 Anne Hathaway. Majordomo an- 
 nounces Lady Macbeth. 
 
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A SHAKESPEAREAN FANTASY 
 
 LADY MACBETH: 
 
 "We coursed them at the heels, 
 
 And had a purpose to be their purveyor." 
 
 Who said that? 
 
 Lady, 'tis a wild night — the witches are all out! 
 
 CATH. HOW.: 
 
 How do you know there are such things as witches? 
 
 Majordomo announces Miranda, the 
 daughter of Prospero. 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Here is the daughter of Prospero, she will know. 
 Enter Miranda. 
 MIRANDA: 
 
 "How many goodly creatures are there here? 
 How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, 
 That hath such people in 't !" 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 'Tis new to thee? 
 MIRANDA : 
 
 Aye, very. 
 CATH. HOW.: 
 
 How do you know there are such things as witches? 
 MIRANDA: 
 
 My father used to say, 
 
 "Elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves," 
 
 There were, and "those that in the sand with printless 
 feet, 
 
 Did chase the ebbing Neptune and did fly him 
 
 When he came back." 
 
 Dread Caliban, the monster of our isle, 
 
 Had a witch mother, Sicorax. 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 Did you ever meet with these? 
 MIRANDA: 
 
 Never, except with Caliban 
 
 I think mine eyes were held, 
 
 Lest in perceiving I might be misled 
 
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 THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 By curiosity or fear, 
 
 To hold converse with them. 
 
 Once I was very near to seeing. 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Do tell us about it. Was it a real psychic experience? 
 MIRANDA: 
 
 You shall judge. I heard at morn and eve 
 
 "Sounds and sweet airs that gave delight and hurt not." 
 
 Alone I was, and lonely — 
 
 My father ever at his books 
 
 Or plunged so deep in thought, 
 
 I'd call him o'er and o'er again 
 
 Before he roused to answer. 
 
 So I loved my music, 
 
 And from loving that, 
 
 Loved him from whom it came. 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 Him? How knew you 'twas a man? 
 
 MIRANDA (Laughs in delight) : 
 
 Wouldst thou not know? 
 HOSTESS (Laughs). 
 MIRANDA: 
 
 So did I come to love 
 
 I knew not what or whom, 
 
 And found strange pleasure in so doing. 
 
 When first I saw Prince Ferdinand 
 
 I thought my spirit lover 
 
 Thus took shape to come and woo me. 
 
 For a while I was in a strait betwixt the two, 
 
 Now listening to the music's soft beguiling, 
 
 Now caught and held by a strong human hand. 
 
 But soon the substance drove the shadow quite away. 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 A pretty tale, well told. Stay, who comes here, 
 
 Stranger alike to confidence and fear? 
 
 Majordomo announces Volumnia, the 
 mother of Coriolanus. Enter Volum- 
 nia. The Hostess greets her. 
 10 
 
 
A SHAKESPEAREAN FANTASY 
 
 VOLUMNIA: 
 
 Rightly thou sayest; I who underwent 
 
 Such pangs — my son's disgrace, his banishment — 
 
 Nothing can harass or annoy, 
 
 Nor is there aught on earth I can enjoy; 
 
 But speak of Coriolanus, and I come — 
 
 A mother's pride cannot be dumb. 
 
 Majordomo brings letters. 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 Regrets from Viola and Imogene ! (Puzzled.) 
 (Reads) : They say they cannot find their clothes ! 
 What do they mean? 
 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 Let me explain. 
 Each soul that doth go hence 
 Doth leave behind its envelopes, 
 Physical and magnetic. When it would return 
 It must envelop itself in other robes 
 Won from the magnetism of those who yet dwell on 
 the earth. 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 Was it so with the others? 
 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 Aye, each hath been suited to appear 
 
 In properest habiliments before you here. 
 
 HOSTESS (Looking curiously at the guests) : 
 
 I wonder who fitted them out. Hamlin Garland will 
 probably know who it was. He knows all about 
 these things. 
 
 Majordomo announces Cleopatra of 
 Egypt. He enters and looks around 
 surprised. 
 
 MAJORDOMO (To Hostess) : 
 
 I beg your pardon, Madam; she was here and gave me 
 her name. 
 
 HOSTESS (To Anne H.) : 
 
 Do you suppose that her magnetic envelope gave out? 
 
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THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 ANNE H. (Mysteriously): 
 
 She is in a different case. 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 I don't understand. Ah ! here she comes ! 
 
 Enter Cleopatra. She salaams. 
 
 CLEOPATRA (Jauntily): 
 
 I went back to tie up my air ship. 
 
 Dost think 'tis worth thy while 
 
 To charm "the serpent of old Nile?" 
 
 HOSTESS (Admiringly) : 
 
 I don't know about that. But I am quite sure "the ser- 
 pent of old Nile" will charm me. You must have a 
 lot of stories to tell. Give us one about Antony, for 
 instance. 
 
 CLEOPATRA (Reflecting) : 
 
 I might tell that old fish story. 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Do. 
 CLEOPATRA (With gusto) : 
 
 When Antony was in Egypt, I took mine angle and 
 he his, then to the river, my music playing far off. 
 I did betray tawney-finned fishes. My bended hook 
 did pierce their slimy jaws, and as I drew them up 
 I thought them every one an Antony, and said, "Ah! 
 ha ! you're caught !" 'Twas merry when we wagered 
 on our angling. Then my diver did hang a salt fish 
 on Anthony's hook, which he with fervency drew up, 
 as many a time he'd done the fish that he had bribed 
 his diver to put on. Then did I laugh him out of 
 patience, and laughed him in again, saying, "Great 
 Roman, leave the fishing to us Egyptians — angle thou 
 for kingdoms and for realms." (Applause.) 
 
 Majordomo brings in a message. 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 A wireless from the Lady Olivia — she and Sebastian are 
 studying along those lines — that shipwreck of his 
 called forth interest. They are trying to connect with 
 
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SHAKESPEAREAN FANTASY 
 
 Mars, and cannot leave. I do hope they will succeed. 
 Majordomo announces Gertrude of 
 Elsinore, and her ward, Ophelia. Enter 
 Gertrude. She is greeted by Hostess, 
 and passes on, joining Volumnia. 
 
 HOSTESS (To Anne H.) : 
 
 She seems like a very nice person. I do hope it isn't 
 true about her husband being asleep after dinner in 
 the garden and getting that stuff poured into his ear 
 by his brother. 
 
 GERTRUDE: 
 
 Not a word, Madam, not a word is true. 
 
 The spirit that did appear unto my son, 
 
 Purporting to be the ghost of Hamlet's father, was but 
 
 a lying apparition — 
 Though, for that matter, 'twas a most jealous lord ! 
 "Would beteem the winds of heaven not to visit me too 
 
 roughly." 
 You know the sort of man — they are most exacting ! 
 Nay, he was even mistrustful of old Polonius, 
 Whom I did hate, while loving his daughter — 
 Where is she? Where is my ward, Ophelia? 
 
 Enter Ophelia. 
 
 OPHELIA: 
 
 Here I am; I went back for my flowers. 
 
 All day I have been in the fields and gardens with the 
 
 children, 
 Gathering daisies and hazel twigs, 
 Violets and the fragrant eglantine. 
 
 (Shows her basket.) 
 
 See, here are pinks and poppies, lavender and bright 
 
 marigold, 
 Iris and ivy and dear forget-me-nots, 
 That are really "think-of-nothing-else's," 
 Wild roses and daffy-down-dillies and — heartsease. 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 What do you mean to do with them? 
 
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 THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 OPHELIA: 
 
 I know not, lady. (Puts her hand to her head.) 
 I meant them for some one — whom I cannot tell. 
 Dear flowers, they were so glad to go with me. 
 Perhaps they'll help me to remember, by and by, who 
 'twas. 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 I think what she needs is young company. 
 
 Majordomo announces Juliet Mon- 
 tague, nee Capulet, and her nurse. 
 
 NURSE: 
 
 She's like to find it in my lamb and me ! 
 The unweaned babe is not so young as — 
 
 JULIET: 
 
 As Juliet? 
 
 I'll teach Ophelia to remember and forget — 
 
 Remember how happy she hath been — will be again; 
 
 Forget what she hath felt of grief and pain ; 
 
 To her most tragic joy I will apply 
 
 The balm of my most joyous tragedy. 
 
 NURSE: 
 
 There she goes — mating words that were ne'er affianced. 
 'Tis a worse matchmaker than ere was I. 
 
 Majordomo brings in letters. 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Regrets from Isabel, Hermione and Lady Anne. They 
 are working with the suffragettes, and cannot be 
 spared. I don't wonder they took up suffrage after 
 their experience with men. 
 
 HOSTESS: Regrets from Desdemona, for whom Emilia 
 writes. (Reads) : 
 
 "My sweet mistress hath not in all these years 
 
 Been healed of her hurt. It went so deep in her frail 
 
 frame, 
 And found her very soul. Of late she sleeps 
 And he who hath her in his charge, said : This is well — 
 None must waken her.' " 
 
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A SHAKESPEAREAN FANTASY 
 
 HOSTESS (In a disappointed tone) : 
 
 She doesn't say a word about Othello. 
 I hoped to hear what had become of him. 
 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 He, too, sleeps and must not be disturbed. 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 Sleeps? That villain! 
 ANNEH.: 
 
 Nay, mad-man, rather. 
 OPHELIA: 
 
 Mad-man, say you? let me go to him. 
 
 My heart is sore for all the poor 
 
 Demented folk that throng 
 
 The other side and this. I would do 
 
 Something for their cure — sing to them, soothe them, 
 
 Brew quieting potions that shall make them sleep. 
 
 I pray you, convey me to this poor mad-man, 
 
 That I may work his cure. 
 
 GERTRUDE: 
 
 'Tis ever thus with those who are themselves dis- 
 traught ; 
 They fancy others in that wretched plight — 
 Only themselves are sane. 
 
 Majordomo brings in more letters. 
 
 Hostess reads regrets from Portia. 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Portia's regrets! 
 
 "Fair Mistress, thou hast done me honor 
 
 In thus bidding me to be present at thy feast, 
 
 But on the day ordained I must be otherwhere. 
 
 Certain seditious Jews have incited one Shylock 
 
 (Late of Venice), who did in life 
 
 Harass and trouble my husband and his friend, Antonio, 
 
 To appeal unto the higher court ; to reopen 
 
 The case at law which hath been justly terminated long 
 
 ago. 
 Be it known to all who inquire: What they do most 
 
 effect here they will persist in there, 
 
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THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 With more urgent endeavor and more fervent zeal. 
 
 And there be those who do spur on the uneasy ones, 
 
 Having themselves no business of their own 
 
 Wherewith they may beguile the time. 
 
 The case hath been called for April twenty-third, 
 
 And I again do plead for Antonio, who was and is Bas- 
 sanio's friend. 
 
 As to the matters whereof you ask, to- wit : the true tale 
 of all my happenings, 
 
 I will straightway, when this appeal to the Supreme 
 Court 
 
 Hath finally been dealt with, prepare a paper to be read 
 before your gracious council, 
 
 Setting forth the actual events (hitherto somewhat en- 
 larged from their true content). 
 
 My greetings to those of your present world and to the 
 members of our absent realm." 
 
 (Signed) Portia, late of Belmont, 
 Wife of Bassanio. 
 
 VOLUMNIA: 
 
 There be other cases should be tried again. My son, 
 Caius Marcius, surnamed Coriolanus, was most un- 
 justly dealt with. 
 
 MRS. CAESAR: 
 
 My husband, too, so wrongfully condemned 
 For crimes he never knew. 
 
 MRS. BRUTUS: 
 
 Wrongfully, say'st thou? 
 
 MRS. CAESAR: 
 
 Now! now! we have agreed not to debate that ancient 
 quarrel. It is centuries since the Brutuses and Caes- 
 ars were at peace. 
 
 Majordomo brings in more letters. 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Regrets from Constance. (Reads) : 
 "I have not much to tell more than the commentaries 
 have rehearsed, 
 
 16 
 
A SHAKESPEAREAN FANTASY 
 
 But thus the wise physician, who hath healed so many, 
 saith — my mind is sound." 
 
 (Looks up from letter). 
 Who is this wise physician? 
 
 LADY MACBETH: 
 
 "Can he minister to a mind diseased, 
 Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow" — (Stops ab- 
 ruptly) . 
 Where have I heard that before? 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 Poor, crazy thing — if she is crazy! I suppose the ques- 
 tion of her sanity has never been settled. 
 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 Oh, yes, it has. 
 
 GERTRUDE: 
 
 (To Anne H.) Yes, indeed, tell her. 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 No, you tell her. 
 GERTRUDE: 
 
 (To Hostess.) The very first thing we did after going 
 across, my husband and I 
 
 CLEOPATRA: 
 
 (Suavely.) Which husband? 
 GERTRUDE: 
 
 Hamlet's father. I have no other husband now. On the 
 other side we find our affinities, and that settles it, 
 once and for all — though Claudius was lovable enow — 
 much more affectionate than the King. 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 And could the King o'erlook the past? 
 GERTRUDE: 
 
 He, too, had sinned and suffered, and had learned there- 
 by forgiveness to the sinner. We learn much on the 
 other side. 
 
 The six wives nod in affirmation. 
 
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THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 GERTRUDE: 
 
 'Twas greatly exaggerated, as I said. 
 
 We expiate our sins, but purged of dross, recast, 
 
 We ring true metal, at the last. 
 
 As I was saying, the first thing that we did • 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 Excuse me — just one more question, please 
 
 This matter of affinities — was any one of these Henry's 
 affinity? 
 
 CATH. OF AR.: 
 
 Alas ! we have none of us e'er met with Henry, 
 
 Nor do we know where he is now. 
 I fear he hath been sent Below! 
 
 The other wives start. 
 
 LADY MACBETH: 
 
 "No more o' that ! No more o' that ! You mar all with 
 this starting!" 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 (Pityingly.) Perchance if she could drink a cup of tea, 
 'twould calm her nerves. (To Anne H.) Will you 
 pour? 
 
 Mrs. Caesar, Mrs. Brutus, Volumnia and Lady Mac- 
 beth gather around the tea table. Cleopatra wanders 
 about the room — stands gazing at the bust of Shakes- 
 peare. 
 
 GERTRUDE: 
 
 As I was saying, the first thing we did was to have 
 expert testimony on our son Hamlet's sanity. The 
 wisest doctor over there pronounced upon his case 
 and declared him a victim of melancholia. A course 
 of treatment he did then outline, and it has resulted 
 in a cure. 
 
 Our poor, dear Ophelia we have not yet succeeded in 
 bringing out of her distress. Time may do much for 
 her. She had not the intellect my son Hamlet had, 
 in the beginning, and these healing processes are 
 slow. 
 
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A SHAKESPEAREAN FANTASY 
 
 MRS. CAESAR: 
 
 Caesar hath been greatly holpen of his falling sickness, 
 by this same leech. Greatly did I fear during his life 
 on earth that it would be his end. 
 
 CLEOPATRA: 
 
 You could not end a Roman thus ! The sword must cut 
 that knot, or let old age untie it. 
 
 VOLUMNIA: 
 
 My son, Caius Marcius Coriolanus, had twenty-five 
 wounds upon the last expedition — none in 's back, 
 praised be the gods ! There was one in the shoulder, 
 and one in the left arm — 
 
 LADY MACBETH (Starting up-— upsetting her tea) : 
 
 "Who would have thought the old man to have had so 
 much blood in him!" 
 
 VOLUMNIA (Continuing): 
 
 He received in the repulse of Tarquin, seven hurts in 
 the body, one in the neck and two in the thigh. 
 
 LADY MACBETH (Solemnly— subsiding into her seat) : 
 
 "What's done cannot be undone!" 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 What does ail her, to act so after all these years? 
 GERTRUDE: 
 
 The doctor says she was obsessed by the spirit of Ken- 
 neth IV, her grandfather, who was killed fighting 
 against Malcolm II, the grandfather of Duncan. Ken- 
 neth could not rest in 's grave till he had wiped the 
 last descendant of Malcolm off the earth. The Thane 
 of Cawdor, in his conversation with the witches, did 
 greatly help on her condition. 
 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 There be various obsessions. Othello was obsessed by 
 an idea. There are various degrees of insanity, too. 
 With Lear, 'twas acute mania; with Hamlet and 
 Jacques melancholia; with Timon of Athens, delu- 
 sional insanity — the fixed idea. Caesar was an epi- 
 
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THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 leptic; the fools and jesters were said to be half- 
 witted, but had more sense than those who thought 
 they were whole witted. 
 
 CATH. OF AR. : (Frowning.) 
 
 All this is timeless and beside the mark. 
 We were invited here that we might each relate 
 The story of our life. Myself had much to tell 
 Of Wolsey's treachery and the King's default. 
 
 CATH. HOWARD : 
 
 And I, also, who have not spoke ten words since we 
 
 have entered here, 
 Could strike the listener dumb with chronicles as yet 
 
 unchronicled. 
 The time may come when some historian shall tell what 
 
 hath been left untold; 
 Then say to those who marvel at his tale, 
 Catherine Howard has been prompting him. 
 
 ANNE OF CLEVES : 
 
 While ye are doing, speak a word for Anne, 
 Who hath been made to show 
 An uncouth visage to the world. 
 Come, now, look on me, and disclose 
 If I am plain! 
 
 CATH. PARR: 
 
 Who cares? Long since thou laid aside 
 
 Thy claim, thy title, and should add thy pride. 
 
 JANE SEYMOUR: 
 
 These meddling wives do break in twain 
 The thread of discourse. (To Hostess.) Pray begin 
 again. 
 Majordomo enters with letter from Cordelia. 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 Regrets from Poor Cordelia! Domestic troubles pre- 
 vent her coming, so she says. Her father's malady, 
 no doubt. Was that obsession, too? 
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A SHAKESPEAREAN FANTASY 
 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 (Promptly.) Nay, acute mania it was and is. 
 ANNE OF CLEVES : (In a loud whisper to Anne Boleyn.) 
 
 I'll wager Henry was obsessed ! 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 (In a low voice to Anne H.) Was he? 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 Only as all are by their choice, provoking contact with 
 or right or wrong, 
 
 These are their own fiends incarnate. 
 
 Enter Majordomo with letter of Katherine. 
 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 Regrets from Baptista's daughter, Katherine, that was 
 called "The Shrew." She has been slumming on the 
 other side, finding in charitable work her greatest 
 happiness. The invitation was delayed. It followed 
 her about. She cannot come, but sendeth gracious 
 messages to all. 
 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 Complete was her collapse from puffed-up naughtiness, 
 before she went across. Some there be who go hence 
 full-blown in their sins. (Looks at Cleopatra). 
 CLEO.: 
 
 Do you mean me? 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 Aye, you, Bright Wickedness! Nay, I will speak! 
 (To the others.) The Egyptian was not of our number 
 on the other side, but hovering just above the earth, 
 caught up the message, ere it had been sent, and 
 hither came. She hath never crossed, but flieth low, 
 tempting wild maidens to their ruin, sowing discord be- 
 twixt man and wife. 
 
 MRS. CAESAR: 
 
 She hath no chance here to work harm. Why doth she 
 tarry ? 
 
 MRS. BRUTUS : 
 
 Why, indeed? 
 
 21 
 
THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 CLEO. (Tauntingly): 
 
 To call to mind that ye are all foolish, jealous wives. 
 Mistress Shakespeare herself hath not forgot the dark 
 lady of the sonnets, nor hath let her good man forget, 
 either, I'll be bound ! 
 
 ANNE H. (Courageously) : 
 
 That is my story and it shall be told. I did fear the 
 power of her, the unknown, unto* whom my husband 
 wrote, and when I learned that he held her to be his 
 dream wife, who did inspire his thoughts — that I was 
 but the drudge, the stay-at-home — bitter, indeed, I 
 grew of heart. That hath been cleansed now of its 
 malaise. Mine eyes have been unsealed, mine ears 
 unstopped. Here on the earth I would have held him 
 down to keep him by my side. There, he hath lifted 
 me up unto himself, and I have learned his worth, 
 have come to be trustworthy and to trust. Thinkest 
 thou else he would have made of me his messenger? 
 
 CATH. OF AR.: 
 
 There spake the true wife, who deserves the love of 
 him she calls her lord Bear witness (To the five 
 other wives.) Ye who sought a throne and found 
 death or dismay — not by that path is true love won. 
 Rather would I tread a thousand times the thorny 
 road I trod. 'Twill lead me, soon or late — bear wit- 
 ness, ye who thought to find another way — 'twill lead 
 me, soon or late, to Henry's heart. 
 
 Enter Majordomo with letter from 
 
 Beatrice. 
 (Hostess says) : A letter from Beatrice. What do you 
 think she says? "Benedict and I are writing a series 
 of problem plays, through George Bernard Shaw, on 
 the question Is Marriage a Failure ?" She can't possi- 
 bly come. 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Regrets from Perdita, Rosalind and Sylvia, who frankly 
 do avow a picnic would have tempted them far more 
 than our tea party. Saith Perdita: "I could have 
 come, if it had been to gather flowers." 
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A SHAKESPEAREAN FANTASY 
 
 OPHELIA: 
 
 To gather flowers! Why, that is what I do! 
 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 Therein lieth her cure, poor soul. The flowers of para- 
 dise are not to her like those of earth, and she is sent 
 back, ever and anon, to gather blossoms with the 
 children in the fields. When they go home they do 
 babble of the one who hath been with them, and none 
 believe them. 
 
 MIRANDA: 
 
 'Twas thus when my dear father, Prospero, would raise 
 his wand and conjure up the spirits of the earth and 
 air. None saw them save himself. 
 
 JULIET (Earnestly): 
 
 The children see. Their eyes are pure, their loving 
 hearts know love, are tender to its soft impress, be- 
 fore the hardf ast mold of fashion fits them. Ah ! love, 
 love, love, 'tis the life of all created things ! 
 
 Aye, the children see, 
 
 And so do lovers in their ecstasy. 
 
 NURSE: 
 
 There you go, just as bad as on that Tuesday! — was it 
 Tuesday? — no, 'twas the day after Sunday — 'Twas 
 Sunday that you met with Romeo. 'Twas all over by 
 Thursday night. And driving me atween you two 
 the whiles, like shuttle-cock and battle-door! 'Twas 
 the same coming here! Hadn't set eyes on you for 
 upward of three hundred year. "Come, Nurse," says 
 you, "come, Nurse, there's a tea-party back there," 
 says you, and me a setting peaceable over a posset 
 with Dame Quickly — 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Where was that? 
 NURSE (Nods and winks) : 
 
 I'm not telling where it was. 
 HOSTESS (To Juliet) : 
 
 But you — where have you been? 
 
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THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 JULIET: 
 
 I have been with my love, 
 
 So in my heav'n, all other heav'ns above ! 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Were there others in that place? Others like you, I 
 mean? 
 
 JULIET: 
 
 Who've loved but one? 
 Alas, dear lady, there were none ! 
 But I am told the other place, where 
 Dwell those who had many, is 
 
 CLEO.: 
 
 The lowest hell! 
 
 Exit. 
 
 LADY MACBETH (With apparent sanity) : 
 No, not the lowest. 
 That hath been the fate 
 Of those who lived and died in hate. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Do let us talk of something more cheerful. Dear Mrs. 
 Shakespeare, tell us, if you know, what became of 
 your husband's elves and fairies? Whither went Puck 
 and Ariel? 
 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 Nowhither. They are children of the elements and 
 bound to that of which they are composed- — earth and 
 air. Hark! didst hear that laugh? .That was Puck. 
 He is bringing the Merry Wives. I wonder where 
 he found them! 
 
 Enter Merry Wives, laughing heartily. 
 
 MISTRESS FORD : 
 
 Well! well! 'tis not a joke, then, after all! There ye are! 
 (She curtseys to Hostess, Anne H., and the company. 
 Mrs. Page does the same). 
 
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A SHAKESPEAREAN FANTASY 
 
 MISTRESS PAGE: 
 
 This is a specious meeting, as Dame Quickly would 
 say! 
 
 MIST. FORD : 
 
 Right glad am I that we were hither led! 
 MIST. PAGE: 
 
 'Twill not take long to tell you all we know ! 
 MIST. FORD: 
 
 Wives may be merry — and yet honest, too! 
 Both laugh. 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 What do you think of the Great Beyond? 
 MIST. FORD: 
 
 'Tis the Great Betwixt where we are ! 
 
 MIST. PAGE: 
 
 We find it very cheerful ! 
 
 MIST. FORD: . 
 
 A plenty o' company — pleasant folk enow. 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Do tell me — is Sir John Falstaff there? 
 Wives both laugh. 
 MIST. FORD: 
 
 Aye, marry is he! 
 
 MIST. PAGE: 
 
 And still writing letters ! I have one with me. 
 
 MIST. FORD: 
 So have I! 
 
 MIST. PAGE: 
 
 Here 'tis. Nay, 'tis from — 
 
 MIST. FORD: 
 
 And mine from — 
 
 Both laugh. They look for other letters. 
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THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 MIST. PAGE (Takes out letter— reads) : 
 
 "Ask me no reason why I love you." 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 That has a very familiar sound. 
 MIST. FORD: 
 
 Mine is its double. "For though love use reason for his 
 precisian, he admits him not for his counsellor. 
 
 MIST. PAGE (Looking over Mistress Ford's shoulder) : 
 
 'Tis the very same! "You are not young ." 
 
 MIST. PAGE AND MIST. FORD (Together) : 
 
 No more am I. Ha! ha! then there's more sympathy. 
 You love sack and so do I. Would you desire better 
 sympathy? Let us suffice thee, Mistress Page" (Mis- 
 tress Ford uses her own name) "at the least if the 
 love of a soldier can suffice, that I love thee. I will 
 not say, 'pity me' — 'tis not a soldierlike phrase, but 
 I say 'love me'. 
 By me, 
 
 Thine own true knight, 
 By day or night, 
 Or any kind of light, 
 With all his might, 
 For thee to fight. 
 
 John Falstaff." 
 Both laugh. 
 HOSTESS : 
 
 Hath he been doing this ever since? 
 MIST. PAGE (Bewildered) : 
 
 Since when? 
 ANNEH.: 
 
 They know not the passing of time. 
 
 (To Wives.) Since the old days at Windsor. 
 
 MIST. PAGE AND MIST. FORD : 
 Aye, ever since. 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 I wonder he does not use a stencil, and run off a few 
 thousand copies for distribution. 
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A SHAKESPEAREAN FANTASY 
 
 MIST. PAGE: 
 
 A what? 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 They have not kept up with modern changes, as have 
 those of us who would ascend to greater heights. 
 
 MIST. FORD: 
 
 We burn daylight. 
 MIST. PAGE: 
 
 Aye, we must be gone. 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Not till you've had a cup of tea. (To Anne H.) Evi- 
 dently they know not of your wise physician. Can 
 you not tell me who he is? 
 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 Have you not guessed ? Who but he hath fathomed the 
 human heart and all its longings, desperations, fears, 
 temptations, terrors? 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Not 
 
 ONE AFTER ANOTHER: 
 
 Dr. Shakespeare! Who but he? 
 ANNE H.: 
 
 William always loved his mad folk, jesters, fools and 
 all, and when he went across he chose that sort of 
 work — for we must work who there abide. So hath 
 he diagnosed each case and hath wrought out the 
 remedy. That is why he did not come, but sent me 
 in his stead. He was with Lear when I left. 'Tis a 
 stubborn case. When reason is uprooted by the cruel- 
 ty of child to parent, who shall replant it? Cordelia 
 is ever with her father, too much absorbed to come 
 hither. But the Doctor says 
 
 OPHELIA: 
 
 Speak you of dear Dr. Shakespeare? When he doth 
 draw near and let his eyes rest on me, gracious and 
 tender, a coolness goeth through my brain — the fears 
 
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 '■' 
 
THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 that haunted me are vanished. 
 I've brought the flowers the children gathered with me 
 in the fields to-day. Take, each of you (to the others) 
 a flower, and lay it down before this counterpart of 
 him, in token of our gratitude — and homage. 
 Majordomo removes bust of Shakespeare to front of stage, 
 
 center. 
 CATH. PARR: 
 
 I'll take no part in such a rite! 
 
 CATH. HOWARD: 
 Nor I! 
 
 ANNE OF CLEVES: 
 
 Nor I! He made no mention of us four. 
 
 JANE SEYMOUR: 
 It was a slight ! 
 
 Exeunt the four Queens. 
 Each of the remaining characters chooses a flower from 
 Ophelia's basket and places it on the bust of Shakes- 
 peare, reciting a verse in the following order: 
 
 CATHERINE OF ARAGON: 
 The violet I choose; 
 'Tis purple's finer phase, 
 Hint of the hues of those old royal days 
 When I did walk a queen by kingly Henry's side. 
 Not less my royalty has grown, not less my pride, 
 But finer — moonrise after sunset, 
 The glowing purple turned to violet. 
 
 ANNE BOLEYN: 
 
 The fragrant flowering columbine 
 
 That blooms on the heights — it shall be mine; 
 
 So did I bloom, paid with my death, 
 
 But gave unto the world Elizabeth* 
 
 QUEEN GERTRUDE: 
 
 I choose the pinks, nor can I tell you why, 
 Save that the flowers are pleasing to the eye, 
 For I had ne'er the mind, profound, intense, 
 That seeks to pry into the hidden sense, 
 To search, to measure, to compare, 
 It is enough for me that they are fair. 
 
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A SHAKESPEAREAN FANTASY 
 
 JULIET : 
 
 Poppies I choose, because they sealed mine eyes 
 
 And opened them again, to mysteries. 
 
 So sweet the dream, so bitter the return, 
 
 It was not hard the lesson to relearn, 
 
 And find the pathway to the unbarred gate, 
 
 Where I did keep my tryst. 
 
 My lover was not late. 
 
 NURSE: 
 
 Some be hot and some be cold, 
 
 Some be bashful, some be bold, 
 
 But there's none too young and none too old, 
 
 Marry, give me the marigold. 
 
 MIRANDA: 
 
 Forget-me-not is mine. I well recall 
 
 How the great waves did build a monstrous wall 
 
 About our isle, wherein were bowers 
 
 And gardens of bright-tinted flowers. 
 
 And ever and anon the gentle Fay 
 
 Would on an instrument of music play. 
 
 Much did my father teach me then to understand, 
 
 But love I learned from gracious Ferdinand. 
 
 VOLUMNIA: 
 
 These are the memories of youth, 
 Age chooseth differently, in truth 
 Less for the flowers than for the stem: 
 Ambitions, purposes, we hold to them, 
 And lay them, dried, ready to fall apart, 
 In the safe, secret places of the heart : 
 Lavender is mine. 
 
 PORTIA: 
 
 I choose the vine; 
 So did I climb and cling 
 Round my uncrowned king ; 
 Mantle and chaplet made 
 For him, the unafraid, 
 Strong in his pride of race, 
 Daring the populace. 
 
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THE GREAT EXPERIMENT 
 
 MRS. CAESAR: 
 
 I choose the flower-de-luce, 
 
 The flower of three, great Caesar's flower, 
 
 For reasons that I will set forth. 
 
 With Pompey and with Crassus hitherto at war, 
 
 He formed the council of the three, 
 
 The first triumvirate. 
 
 Three times was Caesar wed : to Cinna's daughter firs^ 
 
 Then to Pompeia, to Calphurnia last 
 
 The other two were but affairs of state 
 
 And thrice he put aside the crown 
 Thrice offered. 
 
 Thrice in my sleep did I cry out 
 The night before the fatal Ides of March: 
 '"Help! ho! they murder Caesar." 
 Then, too, his greatest written work, 
 The Commentarii, doth begin: 
 "Omnis Gallia in partes tres divisa est." 
 
 MISTRESS FORD: 
 
 Not roses or lilies, 
 Or pinks or sweet-willies, 
 But daffy-down dillies, 
 My token shall be. 
 
 MISTRESS PAGE: 
 
 Roses, like laughter, endure but a day, 
 But we sow them, so please you, along by the way, 
 For everyone's sake, for everyone knows, 
 There's nothing so sweet as a laugh, or a rose. 
 
 OPHELIA: 
 
 I knew a verse once, 'twas a tender rhyme 
 
 That went back to the very edge of time 
 
 When homesick Eve withdrew her gentle eyes 
 From gazing on the closed gates of Paradise. 
 Her sorrowing tears dropped down upon the dust 
 And turned its ashes into flowers. They must 
 
 Be thine, heartsease, heartsease 
 
 Kind friend, Ophelia offers these. 
 
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A SHAKESPEAREAN FANTASY 
 
 ANNE HATHAWAY: 
 
 For me the hazel, the divining rod, 
 That finds the spring beneath the sod. 
 
 It is for this most meet 
 
 To lay down at the Master's feet. 
 
 HOSTESS: 
 
 Daisies for me; 
 Why, I can quickly say; 
 I brought you all back 
 To the eye of day* 
 
 ANNE HATHAWAY (Takes Hostess by the hand) : 
 William will be so pleased! 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
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 "THE GREAT EXPERIMENT," A SHAKESPEAREAN 
 FANTASY, WRITTEN BY ANNA MORGAN AND ALICE 
 WARD BAILEY. PRINTED IN AN EDITION OF 800 
 COPIES ON PAPER AND 10 COPIES ON JAPAN VEL- 
 LUM PAPER, IN APRIL MCMIX, AT THE ALDER- 
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