Reigned 45 years: 1558-1603.
Here we are in the middle of
great discoveries with adventurers,
with Calvin and Michael Angelo,
living and dying, and Galileo and
Shakespeare seeing light—in the very
centre and heart of these things, and
we and they discussing the relations
of the law to linen. How, they and
we ask, are breeches, and slop-hose
cut in panes, to be lined? In such
writings we are bound to concern
ourselves with the little things that
matter, and in this reign we meet
a hundred little things, little fussy things, the
like of which we leave alone to-day. But this
is not quite true. To-day a man, whether he cares
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to admit it or no, is for ever choosing patterns,
colours, shades, styles to suit his own peculiar personality.
From the cradle to the grave we are
decked with useless ornaments—bibs, sashes, frills,
little jackets, neat ties, different coloured boots,
clothes of ceremony, clothes supposed to be in
harmony with the country, down, at last, to the
clothes of an old gentleman, keeping a vague
reminder of twenty, thirty years ago in their style,
and then—grave clothes.
How well we know the Elizabethan! He is a
stock figure in our imagination; he figured in our
first schoolboy romances, he strutted in the first
plays we saw. Because it was an heroic time we
hark back to it to visualize it as best we may so that
we can come nearer to our heroes—Drake, Raleigh,
and the rest. The very names of the garments
arouse associations—ruff, trunks, jumper, doublet,
jerkin, cloak, bone-bobbin lace, and lace of Flanders—they
almost take one’s breath away.
Here comes a gentleman in a great ruff, yellow-starched,
an egg-shaped pearl dangles from one ear.
One hand rests on his padded hip, the other holds
a case of toothpicks and a napkin; he is going to
his tavern to dine. His doublet is bellied like a
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pea’s cod, and his breeches are bombasted, his little
hat is stuck on one side and the feather in it curls
over the brim. His doublet is covered with a
herring-bone pattern in silk stitches, and is slashed
all over. He is exaggerated, monstrous; he is tight-laced;
his trunks stick out a foot all round him,
and his walk is, in consequence,
a little affected; but, for all
that, he is a gallant figure.
Behind him comes a gentleman
in loose knee-breeches
barred with velvet; at the knee
he has a frill of lace. His jerkin
is not stuffed out, and his ruff
is not starched to stick up round
his head. His hair is cut in
three points, one over each ear
and the third over the centre of
his forehead, where we see a twisted lock tied with
ribbon. We seem to know these people well—very
well. The first, whose clothes are of white
silk sewn with red and blue, whose trunk hose have
clocks of silk sewn on them, reminds us of whom?
And the second gentleman in green and red, with
heels of red on his shoes? Suddenly there flashes
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across our memory the picture of a lighted stage, a
row of shops, a policeman, and then a well-known
voice calling, ‘Hello, Joey, here we are again!’
Here we are again after all these centuries—clown
and pantaloon, the rustic with red health on
his face, the old man in Venetian slops—St. Pantaloone—just
as Elizabethan, humour included, as
anything can well be.
Then, enter Harlequin in his clothes of gorgeous
patches; the quick, almost invisible thief, the
instigator of all the evil and magic. His patches
and rags have grown to symmetrical pattern, his
loose doublet has become this tight-fitting lizard
skin of flashing gold and colours, but his atmosphere
recalls the great days.
To these enter 1830—Columbine—an early Victorian
lady, who contrives to look sweetly modest
in the shortest and frilliest of skirts; she looks like
a rose, a rose on two pink stalks. She, being so
different, gives the picture just the air of magic incongruity.
Once, years ago, she was dressed in
rags like Harlequin, but I suppose that the age of
sentiment clothed her in her ballet costume rather
than see her in her costly tatters.
We are a conservative nation, and we like our own
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old jokes so much that we have kept through the
ages this extraordinary pleasing entertainment
straight down, clothes and all, from the days of
Queen Elizabeth.
Even as we dream of this, and the harlequinade
dazzles our eyes, the dream changes—a new sound
is heard, a sound from the remote past, too. We
listen eagerly, clown, pantaloon, harlequin, and
columbine vanish to the sound of the pan-pipes and
the voice of Punch.
‘Root-ti-toot, rootity-toot!’ There, by the
corner of the quiet square, is a tall box covered
with checkered cloth. Above a man’s height is an
opening, and on a tiny stage are two figures, one in
a doublet stiffened out like a pea pod, with a ruff
hanging loose about his neck, bands at his wrists,
a cap on his head—Punch. The other with a linen
cap and a ruff round her neck—Judy. Below, on
the ground by the gentleman who bangs a drum
and blows on the pan-pipes stuck in his muffler, is
a dog with a ruff round his neck—Toby. And we
know—delightful to think of it—that a box hidden
by the check covering, contains many curiously
dressed figures—all friends of ours. The world is
certainly curious, and I suppose that an Elizabethan
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revisiting us to-day would find but one thing the
same, the humour of the harlequinade and the
Punch and Judy show.
Now let us get to the dull part. If you wish to
swim in a sea of allusions there are a number of
books into which you may dive—
‘Microcynicon.’
‘Pleasant Quippes for Upstart Newfangled Gentlewomen.’
Hall’s ‘Satires.’
Stubbes’ ‘Anatomie of Abuses.’
‘The Cobbler’s Prophesie.’
‘The Debate between Pride and Lowliness.’
‘The Letting of Humours Blood in the Head Vaine.’
‘The Wits Nurserie.’
Euphues’ ‘Golden Legacie.’
‘Every Man out of his Humour.’
If you do not come out from these saturated
with detail then you will never absorb anything.
For the shapes, the doublet was a close-fitting
garment, cut, if in the Italian fashion, down to
a long peak in front. They were made without
sleeves, like a waistcoat, and an epaulette overhung
the armhole. The sleeves were tied into the
doublet by means of points (ribbons with metal
tags). These doublets were for a long time
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stuffed or bombasted into the form known as
‘pea’s cod bellied’ or ‘shotten-bellied.’
The jerkin was a jacket with sleeves, and was
often worn over the doublet. The sleeves of the
jerkin were often open from shoulder to wrist to
show the doublet sleeve underneath. These sleeves
were very wide, and were ornamented with large
buttons.
The jornet was a loose travelling cloak.
The jumper a loose jerkin, worn for comfort or
extra clothing in winter.
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Both doublet and jerkin had a little skirt or base.
The very wide breeches known as trunks were
worn by nearly everybody in the early part of the
reign, until they vied with Venetian breeches for
fashion. They were sometimes made of a series of
wide bands of different colours placed alternately;
sometimes they were of bands, showing the stuffed
trunk hose underneath. They were stuffed with
anything that came handy—wool, rags, or bran—and
were of such proportions that special seats
were put in the Houses of Parliament for the
gentlemen who wore them. The fashion at its
height appears to have lasted about eight years.
A MAN OF THE TIME OF ELIZABETH (1558-1603)
He wears a double linen collar, nearly as usual at
this time as the ruff. His trunk hose will be seen
through the openings of his trunks. His boots are
held up by two leather straps. His cloak is an
Italian fashion.
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The Venetian breeches were very full at the top
and narrowed to the knee; they were slashed and
puffed, or paned like lattice windows with bars of
coloured stuffs or gold lace.
The French breeches were tight and ruffled in
puffs about the thighs.
The stockings were of yarn, or silk, or wool.
They were gartered about the knee,
and pulled up over the breeches; but
the man most proud of his leg wore
no garters, but depended on the
shape of his leg and the fit of his
stocking to keep the position. These
stockings were sewn with clocks at
the ankles, and had various patterns
on them, sometimes of gold or silver
thread. Openwork stockings were
known.
The stockings and breeches were
called, if the breeches were short and the stockings
all the way up the leg, trunk hose and trunks; if
the breeches came to the knee and the stockings
just came over them, they were known as upper
stocks and nether stocks.
The shoes were shaped to the foot, and made of
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various leathers or stuffs; a rose of ribbon sometimes
decorated the shoes. There were shoes with
high cork soles called moyles. Of course, there
were gallants who did things no one else thought
of doing—wearing very square-toed shoes, for
instance, or cock feathers in their hair.
The sturtops
were boots to
the ankle.
As for the
hair, we have
the love-lock
tied with ribbons,
the very
same that we
see caricatured
in the wigs of
clown and pantaloon.
We have, also, hair left fairly long and
brushed straight back from the forehead, and short-cropped
hair. Beards and moustaches are worn by
most.
They wore little cloaks covered with embroidery,
lace, sometimes even with pearls. For winter or for
hard travelling the jornet or loose cloak was worn.
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The older and more sedate wore long stuff
gowns with hanging sleeves; these gowns, made
to fit at the waist and over the trunks, gave an
absurd Noah’s ark-like appearance to the wearers.
Those who cared nothing for the fashions left
their gowns open and wore them
loose.
The common people wore simple
clothes of the same cut as their lords—trunks
or loose trousers, long hose,
and plain jerkins or doublets. In the
country the fashions alter, as a rule,
but little; however, in this reign
Corydon goes to meet Sylvia in somewhat
fashionable clothes. Lodge
says: ‘His holiday suit marvellous
seemly, in a russet jacket, welted with
the same, and faced with red worsted,
having a pair of blue camblet sleeves,
bound at the wrists with four yellow laces, closed
before very richly with a dozen pewter buttons.
His hose of gray kersey, with a large slop barred
all across the pocket holes with three fair guards,
stitched on either side with red thread.’ His
stockings are also gray kersey, tied with different
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coloured laces; his bonnet is green, and has a
copper brooch with the picture of St. Dennis.
‘And to want nothing that might make him
amorous in his old days, he had a fair shirt-band
of white lockeram, whipt over with Coventry blue
of no small cost.’
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The hats worn vary in shape from steeple-crowned,
narrow-brimmed hats, to flat, broad-crowned
hats; others show the coming tendency
towards the broad-brimmed Jacobean hat. Round
these hats were hatbands of every sort, gold chains,
ruffled lace, silk or wool.
I think we may let these gallants rest now to
walk among the shades—a walking geography of
clothes they are, with French doublets, German
hose, Spanish hats and cloaks, Italian ruffs, Flemish
shoes; and these with chalked faces, fuzzed periwigs
of false hair, partlet strips, wood busks to
keep straight slim waists, will make the shades
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laugh perhaps, or perhaps only sigh, for there are
many in that dim wardrobe of fashions who are
still more foolish, still more false, than these
Elizabethans.
Now this is the reign of the ruff and the monstrous
hoop and the wired hair. As a companion to her
lord, who came from the hands of his barber with
his hair after the Italian manner, short and round
and curled in front and frizzed, or like a Spaniard,
long hair at his ears curled at the two ends, or
with a French love-lock dangling down his
shoulders, she—his lady—sits under the hands of
her maid, and tries various attires of false hair,
principally of a yellow colour. Every now and
again she consults the looking-glass hanging on
her girdle; sometimes she dresses her hair with
chains of gold, from which jewels or gold-work
tassels hang; sometimes she, too, allows a love-lock
to rest upon her shoulder, or fall negligently
on her ruff.
Even the country girl eagerly waits for news
of the town fashions, and follows them as best she
may.
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In the early part of the reign the simple costume
of the previous reign was still worn, and even the
court ladies were quietly, though richly, dressed.
In the first two years the ruff remained a fairly
small size, and was made of holland, which remained
stiff, and held the folds well; but later,
there entered several Dutch ladies, headed by Mistress
Dingham Vander Plasse, of Flanders, in 1564,
who taught her pupils the art of starching cambric,
and the art of folding, cutting, and pinching ruffs
at five pounds a head, and the art of making starch,
at the price of one pound.
First, the lady put on her underpropper of wire
and holland, and then she would place with a
great nicety her ruff of lace, or linen, or cambric.
One must understand that the ruff may be great or
small, that only the very fashionable wore such a
ruff as required an underpropper, and that the
starched circular ruff would stand by itself without
the other appliance.
Before the advent of the heavily-jewelled and
embroidered stomacher, and the enormous spread
of skirt, the dress was a modification of that worn
by the ladies in the time of Henry VIII. First, a
gown cut square across the bosom and low over
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the shoulders, full sleeves ending in bands of cambric
over the hands (these sleeves slit to show puffs
of cambric from the elbow to the wrist), the skirt full
and long, but without any train; the whole fitted
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well to the figure as far as the waist, and very
stiff in front. Over this a second gown, generally
of plain material, split above in a
-shape, split
below at the waist, and cut away to show the
under-gown. The sleeves of this gown were wide,
and were turned back or cut away just by the
elbow. Both gowns were laced up the back.
This second gown had, as a rule, a high, standing
collar, which was lined with some rich silk or with
lace.
A WOMAN OF THE TIME OF ELIZABETH (1558-1603)
This shape gave way to a more exaggerated
form, and finally to many varieties of exaggeration.
The lady might wear a jerkin like in shape to a
man’s, except that often it was cut low and square
over the bosom, and was not stuffed quite so much
in front; every variety of rich material was used
for this jerkin, and the sleeves were as varied as
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were the man’s, split and tied with ribbons.
False sleeves attached at the shoulders, and left
to hang loose, puffed, slashed all over, with or
without bands of cambric or lace at the wrists;
these bands sometimes were frills, sometimes stiffened
and turned back. No person except royalty
might wear crimson except in under-garments, and
the middle class were not allowed to wear velvet
except for sleeves.
This jerkin was sometimes worn buttoned up,
like a man’s, to the neck, and when the hoops came
into fashion and were worn high up near the waist,
the basque or flounce at the bottom of the jerkin
was made long, and pleated full to the top of
the hooped petticoat.
The plainer fashion of this was a gown buttoned
high—up to the ruff—and opened from the waist
to the feet to show a full petticoat of rich material;
this was the general wear of the more sober-minded.
Sometimes a cape was worn over the head and
shoulders, not a shaped cape, but a plain, oblong
piece of stuff. The ladies sometimes wore the shaped
cape, with the high collar that the men wore. The
French hood with a short liripipe was worn by
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country ladies; this covered the hair, showing
nothing but a neat parting in front.
The openwork lace bonnet, of the shape so well
known by the portraits of Queen Mary of Scotland,
is not possible to exactly describe in writing;
one variety of it may be seen in the line drawing
given. It is made of cambric and cut lace sewn on
to wires bent
into the shape
required.
In such a
time of extravagance
in
fashion the
additions one
may make to
any form of
dress in the
way of ribbons, bows, sewn pearls, cuts, slashes,
and puffs are without number, and I can only give
the structure on which such ornamental fripperies
can be placed. The hair, for example, can be
dressed with pearls, rings of gold, strings of pearls,
feathers, or glass ornaments. Men and women
wore monstrous earrings, but curiously enough
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this fashion was more common to men than
women. Hats were interchangeable, more especially
the trim hat with a feather, in shape like those
worn by the Yeoman of the Guard, but smaller.
The shoulder pinions of the jerkins were puffed,
slashed, and beribboned in every way. The wing
sleeves, open from the shoulder all the way down,
were so long sometimes as to reach the ground,
and were left hanging in front, or thrown back
over the shoulders, the better to display the rich
under-sleeve.
The ladies’ shoes were cork-soled, high-heeled,
and round-toed. The girdles were of every stuff,
from gold cord, curiously knotted, to twisted silk;
from these hung looking-glasses, and in them were
stuck the embroidered and scented gloves.
Ladies went masked about the streets and in the
theatres, or if they wished to be unconventional,
they sat in the playing booths unmasked, their
painted faces exposed to the public gaze.
The shoes with the high cork soles, to which
I have just alluded, were in common use all over
Europe, and were of all heights—from two inches
to seven or eight—and they were called chopines.
They were not such a foolish custom as might
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appear, for they protected the wearer from the
appalling filth of the streets. The tall chopines
that Hamlet mentions were really very high-soled
slippers, into which the richly-embroidered shoes
were placed to protect them when the ladies
walked abroad. The shoes were made of leather
and velvet stitched with silk, embroidered with
gold, or stamped with patterns, slashed sometimes,
and sometimes laced with coloured silk laces.
Some ladies wore bombazines, or a silk and
cotton stuff made at Norwich, and bone lace made
at Honiton, both at that time the newest of English
goods, although before made in Flanders; and they
imported Italian lace and Venetian shoes, stuffed
their stomachers with bombast, and wore a frontlet
on their French hoods, called a bongrace, to keep
their faces from sunburn.
Cambric they brought from Cambrai in France,
and calico from Calicut in India—the world was
hunted high and low for spoil to deck these
gorgeous, stiff, buckramed people, so that under all
this load of universal goods one might hardly hope
to find more than a clothes prop; in fact, one might
more easily imagine the overdressed figure to be a
marvellous marionette than a decent Englishwoman.
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Falstaff will
not wear coarse
dowlas shirts,
dandies call for
ostrich feathers,
ladies must have
Coventry blue
gowns and
Italian flag-shaped
fans;
everybody is in
the fashion from
milkmaids to ladies of the court, each as best as they
may manage it. The Jew moves about the streets
in his long gaberdine and yellow cap, the lady pads
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about her garden in tall chopines, and the gentleman
sits down as well as he may in his bombasted
breeches and smokes Herbe de la Reine in a pipe
of clay, and the country woman walks along in
her stamell red petticoat guarded or strapped with
black, or rides past to market in her over-guard
skirts.
Let us imagine, by way of a picture of the
times, the Queen in her bedchamber under the
hands of her tiring-women: She is sitting before
a mirror in her embroidered chemise of fine Raynes
linen, in her under-linen petticoat and her silk
stockings with the gold thread clocks. Over these
she wears a rich wrap. Slippers are on her feet.
In front of her, on a table, are rouge and chalk
and a pad of cotton-wool—already she has made
up her face, and her bright bird-like eyes shine in a
painted mask, her strong face, her hawk-like nose and
her expressionless mouth reflect back at her from
the mirror. Beside the rouge pot is a Nuremberg
egg watch, quietly ticking in its crystal case.
One of the women brings forward a number of
attires of false hair, golden and red, and from
these the Queen chooses one. It is a close periwig
of tight red curls, among which pearls and pieces
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of burnished metal shine. With great care this
wig is fastened on to the Queen’s head, and she
watches the process with her bright eyes and
still features in the great mirror.
Then, when this wig is fixed to her mind, she
rises, and is helped into the privie coat of bones
and buckram, which is laced tightly by the women
at her back. Now comes the moment when they
are about to fasten on her whalebone hips the
great farthingale—over which her voluminous
petticoats and skirts will fall. The wheel of
bone is tied with ribbons about her waist, and
there securely fastened. After some delay in
choosing an under-gown, she then puts on several
linen petticoats, one over another, to give the
required fulness to her figure; and then comes
the stiffly-embroidered under-gown—in this case
but a petticoat with a linen bodice which has no
sleeves.
A WOMAN OF THE TIME OF ELIZABETH (1558-1603)
Compare this with the other plate showing the
opposite fashion.
With great care she seats herself on a broad
chair, and a perfect army of ruffs is laid before
her. As the tire-woman is displaying the ruffs
she talks to the Queen, and tells her that peculiar
story, then current, of the Lady of Antwerp, who
was in a great way because she could not get
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her ruff to set aright, and when in a passion she
called upon the devil to take it, as if in answer
to the summons a young and handsome gentleman
appeared. Together they tried the ruff, and the
young gentleman suddenly strangled the lady and
vanished. Now when they came to carry away
the coffin of the lady some days later, it was
found that no one could lift it, so, in the end, it
was opened, and there, to the surprise of everybody,
sat a great black cat setting a ruff. The
Queen’s eyes twinkle on this story, for she has
a great fund of dry humour—and so, to the
business of the ruffs. First one and then another
is discarded; and finally the choice falls between
one of great size, shaped like a catherine-wheel
and starched blue, and the other of three depths
but not of such great circumference, starched
yellow, after the receipt of Mrs. Turner, afterwards
hung at Tyburn in a ruff of the same colour.
The Queen wavers, and the tire-woman recommends
the smaller bands: ‘This, madame, is one
of those ruffs made by Mr. Higgins, the tailor
near to St. James’s, where he has set up an
establishment for the making of such affairs—it
is a picadillie, and would——’
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The Queen stops her and chooses the ruff; it
is very much purled into folds, and it bristles with
points.
The women approach with a crimson over-gown
and slips it over the Queen’s head—it is open in
front to show the rich petticoat, and it has great
stuffed wings, epaulettes, or mahoitres on the
shoulders. The tight-fitting bodice of the gown
is buttoned up to the throat, and is stuffed out
in front to meet the fall of the hoops; it has
falling sleeves, but the real sleeves are now brought
and tied to the points attached to the shoulders
of the gown. They are puffed sleeves of the
same material as the under-gown, and the falling
sleeves of the upper gown are now tied with one
or two bows across them so that the effect of
the sleeves is much the same as the effect of the
skirts; an embroidered stuff showing in the opening
of a plain material. These are called virago
sleeves.
This done, the strings of pearls are placed
around the Queen’s neck, and then the underpropper
or supportasse of wire and holland is
fastened on her neck, and the picadillie ruff laid
over it. The Queen exchanges her slippers for
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cork-soled shoes, stands while her girdle is knotted,
sees that the looking-glass, fan, and pomander
are hung upon it, and then, after a final survey
of herself in the glass, she calls for her muckinder
or handkerchief, and—Queen Elizabeth is dressed.
So in this manner the Queen struts down to
posterity, a wonderful woman in ridiculous clothes,
and in her train we may dimly see Mr. Higgins,
the tailor, who named a street without knowing
it, a street known in every part of the civilized
world; but, nowadays, one hardly thinks of connecting
Piccadilly with a lace ruff....
There are not so many allusions to Elizabethan
dress in the plays of Shakespeare as one might
suppose upon first thought. One has grown so
accustomed to Shakespeare put on the stage in
elaborate dresses that one imagines, or one is apt
to imagine, that there is a warrant for some of the
dresses in the plays. In some cases he confounds
the producer and the illustrator by introducing
garments of his own date into historical plays, as,
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for example, Coriolanus. Here are the clothes
allusions in that play:
‘When you cast your stinking greasy caps,
You have made good work,
You and your apron-men.’
‘Go to them with this bonnet in your hand.’
‘Enter Coriolanus in a gown of humility.’
‘Matrons fling gloves, ladies and maids their scarfs and
handkerchers.’
‘The kitchen malkin pins her richest lockram[A] ’bout her
reechy neck.’
‘Commit the war of white and damask in their nicely
gawded cheeks to the wanton and spoil of Phœbus’ burning
kisses.’
‘Doublets that hangmen would bury with these that wore
them.’
I have not kept the lines in verse, but in a convenient
way to show their allusions.
In ‘Pericles’ we have mention of ruffs and bases.
Pericles says:
‘I am provided of a pair of bases.’
Certainly the bases might be made to appear
Roman, if one accepts the long slips of cloth or
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leather in Roman military dress as being bases;
but Shakespeare is really—as in the case of the
ruffs—alluding to the petticoats of the doublet of
his time worn by grave persons. Bases also apply
to silk hose.
In ‘Titus Andronicus’ we have:
‘An idiot holds his bauble for his God.’
Julius Cæsar is mentioned as an Elizabethan:
‘He plucked ope his doublet.’
The Carpenter in ‘Julius Cæsar’ is asked:
‘Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?’
The mob have ‘sweaty night-caps.’
Cleopatra, in ‘Antony and Cleopatra,’ says:
‘I’ll give thee an armour all of gold.’
The ‘Winter’s Tale,’ the action of which occurs
in Pagan times, is full of anachronisms. As, for
instance, Whitsun pastorals, Christian burial, an
Emperor of Russia, and an Italian fifteenth-century
painter. Also:
‘Lawn as white as driven snow;
Cyprus[B] black as ere was crow;
Gloves as sweet as damask roses;
Masks for faces and for noses;
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Bugle-bracelet, necklace amber,
Perfume for a lady’s chamber;
Golden quoifs and stomachers,
Pins and polking-sticks of steel.’
So, you see, Autolycus, the pedlar of these early
times, is spoken of as carrying polking-sticks with
which to stiffen ruffs.
Shylock, in ‘The Merchant of Venice,’ should
wear an orange-tawny bonnet lined with black
taffeta, for in this way were the Jews of Venice
distinguished in 1581.
In ‘The Tempest’ one may hear of rye-straw
hats, of gaberdines, rapiers, and a pied fool’s
costume.
In ‘The Two Gentlemen of Verona’ we hear:
‘Why, then, your ladyship must cut your hair.’
‘No, girl; I’ll tie it up in silken strings
With twenty odd conceited true-love knot;
To be fantastic may become a youth
Of greater time than I shall show to be.’
Also:
‘Since she did neglect her looking-glass,
And threw her sun-expelling mask away.’
Many ladies at this time wore velvet masks.
‘The Merry Wives of Windsor’ gives us a
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thrummed hat, a muffler or linen to hide part of
the face, gloves, fans. Falstaff says:
‘When Mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan,
I took it up my honour thou had’st it not.’
Also:
‘The firm fashion of thy foot would give an excellent
motion to thy fait in a semicircled farthingale.’
‘Twelfth Night’ is celebrated for us by Malvolio’s
cross garters. Sir Toby, who considers his
clothes good enough to drink in, says:
‘So be these boots too: an they be not, let them hang
themselves in their own straps.’
Sir Toby also remarks to Sir Andrew upon the
excellent constitution of his leg, and Sir Andrew
replied that:
‘It does indifferent well in a flame-coloured stock.’
The Clown says:
‘A sentence is but a cheveril[C] glove to a good wit.’
In ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ we learn of one
who lies awake ten nights, ‘carving the fashion of
his doublet.’ Also of one who is
‘in the shape of two countries at once, as a German from
the waist downwards all slops, and a Spaniard from the hip
upward, no doublet.’
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Again of a gown:
‘Cloth of gold, and cuts, and laced with silver set with
pearls down sides, side sleeves, and skirts, round under borne
with a bluish tinsel.’
In ‘As You Like It’ one may show a careless
desolation by ungartered hose, unbanded bonnet,
unbuttoned sleeve, and untied shoe.
‘The Taming of the Shrew’ tells of serving-men:
‘In their new fustian and their white jackets.... Let
their blue coats be brushed, and their garters of an indifferent
knit.’
Also we have a cap ‘moulded on a porringer.’
‘Love’s Labour’s Lost’ tells of:
‘Your hat penthouse-like o’er the shop of your eyes;
with your arms crossed on your thin belly doublet like a
rabbit on a spit; or your hands in your pocket like a man
after the old painting.’
‘All’s Well that Ends Well’:
‘Why dost thou garter up thy arms o’ this fashion?
Dost make a hose of thy sleeves?’
‘Yonder’s my lord your son with a patch of velvet on’s
face: whether there be a scar under’t or no, the velvet
knows.... There’s a dozen of ’em, with delicate fine hats
and most courteous feathers, which bow the head and nod at
every man.’
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In ‘Henry IV.,’ Part II., there is an allusion
to the blue dress of Beadles. Also:
‘About the satin for my short cloak and slops.’
‘The smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes,
and bunches of keys at their girdles.’
‘To take notice how many pair of silk stockings thou
hast, or to bear the inventory of thy shirts.’
There are small and unimportant remarks upon
dress in other plays, as dancing-shoes in ‘Romeo
and Juliet’ and in ‘Henry VIII.’:
‘The remains of fool and feather that they got in France.’
‘Tennis and tall stockings,
Short blistered breeches and those types of travel.’
But in ‘Hamlet’ we find more allusions than in
the rest. Hamlet is ever before us in his black:
‘’Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black.’
‘Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced;
No hat upon his head; his stockings fouled,
Ungartered, and down-goes to his ancle;
Pale as his shirt.’
‘Your ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you
last, by the altitude of a chopine.’[D]
‘O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated
fellow tear a passion into tatters.’
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‘With two provincial roses on my ragged shoes,
My sea-gown scarfed about me.’
Having read this, I think it will be seen that
there is no such great difficulty in costuming any
play, except perhaps this last. There have been
many attempts to put ‘Hamlet’ into the clothes
of the date of his story, but even when the rest
of the characters are dressed in skins and cross-gartered
trousers, when the Viking element is
strongly insisted upon, still there remains the absolutely
Elizabethan figure in inky black, with his
very Elizabethan thoughts, the central figure,
almost the great symbol of his age.
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