Appendix

Variants and Analogues of Some of the Tales
in Volumes xi and xii

By W. A. Clouston.

The sleeper and the Waker—­Vol.  XI. p. 1.

Few if the stories in the “Arabian Nights” which charmed our marvelling boyhood were greater favourites than this one, under the title of “Abou Hassan; or, the Sleeper Awakened.”  What recked we in those days whence it was derived?—­the story—­the story was the thing!  As Sir R. F. Burton observes in his first note, this is “the only one of the eleven added by Galland, whose original has been discovered in Arabic;"[FN#483] and it is probable that Galland heard it recited in a coffee-house during his residence in Constantinople.  The plot of the Induction to Shakspeare’s comedy of “The Taming of the Shrew” is similar to the adventure of Abu al-Hasan the Wag, and is generally believed to have been adapted from a story entitled “The Waking Man’s Fortune” in Edward’s collection of comic tales, 1570, which were retold somewhat differently in “Goulart’s Admirable and Memorable Histories,” 1607; both versions are reprinted in Mr. Hazlitt’s “Shakspeare Library,” vol. iv., part I, pp. 403-414.  In Percy’s “Reliques of Ancient English Poetry” we find the adventure told in a ballad entitled “The Frolicksome Duke; or, the Tinker’s Good Fortune,” from the Pepys collection:  “whether it may be thought to have suggested the hint to Shakspeare or is not rather of latter date,” says Percy, “the reader must determine:” 

Now as fame does report, a young duke keeps a court,
One that pleases his fancy with frolicksome sport: 
But amongst all the rest, here is one, I protest,
Which will make you to smile when you hear the true jest: 
A poor tinker he found lying drunk on the ground,
As secure in a sleep as if laid in a swownd.

The duke said to his men, William, Richard, and Ben, Take him home to my palace, we’ll sport with him then.  O’er a horse he was laid, and with care soon convey’d To the palace, altho’ he was poorly arrai’d; Then they stript off his cloaths, both his shirt, shoes, and hose, And they put him in bed for to take his repose.

Having pull’d off his shirt, which was all over durt,
They did give him clean holland, this was no great hurt: 
On a bed of soft down, like a lord of renown,
They did lay him to sleep the drink out of his crown. 
In the morning when day, then admiring[FN#484] he lay,
For to see the rich chamber both gaudy and gay.

Now he lay something late, in his rich bed of state,
Till at last knights and squires they on him did wait;
And the chamberling bare, then did likewise declare,
He desired to know what apparel he’d ware: 
The poor tinker amaz’d, on the gentleman gaz’d,
And admired how he to this honour was rais’d.

Tho’ he seem’d something mute, yet he chose a rich suit,
Which he straitways put on without longer dispute;
With a star on his side, which the tinker offt ey’d,
And it seem’d for to swell him no little with pride;
For he said to himself, Where is Joan my sweet wife? 
Sure she never did see me so fine in her life.