The clothes are kept in a chest.

So the lawyer talks to him, and tries to get the details of the case, but the guy's not really forthcoming, you know, he won't say exactly where he lives, won't give any names, and the lawyer is thinking something's funny, but still there's real panic …

BENEDICK. [Aside] I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it: knavery cannot, sure, hide itself in such reverence.

So far only two or three of Shaw’s manly women have been recognizable human beings; the rest have been burlesques. Lina Szczepanowska, the Polish acrobatess who steps calmly out of the wreckage of John Tarleton’s glass pavilion and Joey’s Percival’s aeroplane in Misalliance, falls somewhere in between, but Shaw’s conception of her is basically serious.