feat_summary_path: finished_summaries/shmoop/The White Devil/section_4_part_0.txt
feat_book_id: The White Devil.act 3.scene 1
feat_summary_id: act 3, scene 1
feat_summary: {"name": "Act 3, Scene 1", "url": "https://web.archive.org/web/20210510044810/https://www.shmoop.com/study-guides/literature/the-white-devil/summary/act-3-scene-1", "summary": "Francisco, Monticelso, and others enter . Francisco compliments Monticelso on getting the important ambassadors of other countries to see Vittoria's trial. Monticelso says it will help make Vittoria infamous, and wonders if Brachiano will be there. Francisco says that would be too impudent. They exit. Flamineo and Marcello enter with a lawyer. Flamineo and the lawyer joke about how only whore-masters would be qualified to judge Vittoria. They discuss how the cardinal can discredit Vittoria if he only proves that she kissed the Duke--since that indicates Brachiano probably was able to round the other bases . Flamineo says, in an aside, that he's only acting mirthful to quiet suspicion. Marcello accuses Flamineo of being Brachiano's henchman. Flamineo says he's only trying to help himself and Vittoria to make their way in the world. He says that Marcello's method, of remaining totally loyal on Francisco with no concern for his own advancement, doesn't seem to lead anywhere--he's still poor. Marcello says being obsessed with advancement poisons you morally. It's better to be virtuous and honest. Flamineo says he'll think about it. The ambassadors enter. Flamineo and the lawyer make sexual jokes about the French ambassador and mock the Spanish ambassador's appearance.", "analysis": ""}
text: ACT III SCENE I
  
  
  Enter Francisco de Medicis, and Monticelso, their Chancellor and Register
  
  
  Fran.   You have dealt discreetly, to obtain the presence
    Of all the great lieger ambassadors
    To hear Vittoria's trial.
  
  
  Mont.   'Twas not ill;
    For, sir, you know we have naught but circumstances
    To charge her with, about her husband's death:
    Their approbation, therefore, to the proofs
    Of her black lust shall make her infamous
    To all our neighbouring kingdoms.  I wonder
    If Brachiano will be here?
  
  
  Fran.   Oh, fie!  'Twere impudence too palpable.                 [Exeunt.
  
  
  Enter Flamineo and Marcello guarded, and a Lawyer
  
  
  Lawyer.   What, are you in by the week?  So--I will try now whether they
    wit be close prisoner--methinks none should sit upon thy sister, but
    old whore-masters----
  
  
  Flam.   Or cuckolds; for your cuckold is your most terrible tickler of
    lechery.  Whore-masters would serve; for none are judges at tilting,
    but those that have been old tilters.
  
  
  Lawyer.   My lord duke and she have been very private.
  
  
  Flam.   You are a dull ass; 'tis threatened they have been very public.
  
  
  Lawyer.   If it can be proved they have but kissed one another----
  
  
  Flam.   What then?
  
  
  Lawyer.   My lord cardinal will ferret them.
  
  
  Flam.   A cardinal, I hope, will not catch conies.
  
  
  Lawyer.   For to sow kisses (mark what I say), to sow kisses is to reap
    lechery; and, I am sure, a woman that will endure kissing is half won.
  
  
  Flam.   True, her upper part, by that rule; if you will win her neither
    part too, you know what follows.
  
  
  Lawyer.   Hark! the ambassadors are 'lighted----
  
  
  Flam.   I do put on this feigned garb of mirth,
    To gull suspicion.
  
  
  Marc.   Oh, my unfortunate sister!
    I would my dagger-point had cleft her heart
    When she first saw Brachiano: you, 'tis said,
    Were made his engine, and his stalking horse,
    To undo my sister.
  
  
  Flam.   I am a kind of path
    To her and mine own preferment.
  
  
  Marc.   Your ruin.
  
  
  Flam.   Hum! thou art a soldier,
    Followest the great duke, feed'st his victories,
    As witches do their serviceable spirits,
    Even with thy prodigal blood: what hast got?
    But, like the wealth of captains, a poor handful,
    Which in thy palm thou bear'st, as men hold water;
    Seeking to grip it fast, the frail reward
    Steals through thy fingers.
  
  
  Marc.   Sir!
  
  
  Flam.   Thou hast scarce maintenance
    To keep thee in fresh chamois.
  
  
  Marc.   Brother!
  
  
  Flam.   Hear me:
    And thus, when we have even pour'd ourselves
    Into great fights, for their ambition,
    Or idle spleen, how shall we find reward?
    But as we seldom find the mistletoe,
    Sacred to physic, or the builder oak,
    Without a mandrake by it; so in our quest of gain,
    Alas, the poorest of their forc'd dislikes
    At a limb proffers, but at heart it strikes!
    This is lamented doctrine.
  
  
  Marc.   Come, come.
  
  
  Flam.   When age shall turn thee
    White as a blooming hawthorn----
  
  
  Marc.   I 'll interrupt you:
    For love of virtue bear an honest heart,
    And stride o'er every politic respect,
    Which, where they most advance, they most infect.
    Were I your father, as I am your brother,
    I should not be ambitious to leave you
    A better patrimony.
  
  
  Flam.   I 'll think on 't.                       [Enter Savoy Ambassador.
    The lord ambassadors.
  
  
  [Here there is a passage of the Lieger Ambassadors over the stage
    severally.
  
  
  Enter French Ambassador
  
  
  Lawyer.   Oh, my sprightly Frenchman!  Do you know him? he 's an
    admirable tilter.
  
  
  Flam.   I saw him at last tilting: he showed like a pewter candlestick
    fashioned like a man in armour, holding a tilting staff in his hand,
    little bigger than a candle of twelve i' th' pound.
  
  
  Lawyer.   Oh, but he's an excellent horseman!
  
  
  Flam.   A lame one in his lofty tricks; he sleeps a-horseback, like a
    poulterer.
  
  
  Enter English and Spanish
  
  
  Lawyer.   Lo you, my Spaniard!
  
  
  Flam.   He carried his face in 's ruff, as I have seen a serving-man
    carry glasses in a cypress hatband, monstrous steady, for fear of
    breaking; he looks like the claw of a blackbird, first salted, and
    then broiled in a candle.                                      [Exeunt.
  
  
  
  
feat_summary_name: Act 3, Scene 1
target: Francisco, Monticelso, and others enter . Francisco compliments Monticelso on getting the important ambassadors of other countries to see Vittoria's trial. Monticelso says it will help make Vittoria infamous, and wonders if Brachiano will be there. Francisco says that would be too impudent. They exit. Flamineo and Marcello enter with a lawyer. Flamineo and the lawyer joke about how only whore-masters would be qualified to judge Vittoria. They discuss how the cardinal can discredit Vittoria if he only proves that she kissed the Duke--since that indicates Brachiano probably was able to round the other bases . Flamineo says, in an aside, that he's only acting mirthful to quiet suspicion. Marcello accuses Flamineo of being Brachiano's henchman. Flamineo says he's only trying to help himself and Vittoria to make their way in the world. He says that Marcello's method, of remaining totally loyal on Francisco with no concern for his own advancement, doesn't seem to lead anywhere--he's still poor. Marcello says being obsessed with advancement poisons you morally. It's better to be virtuous and honest. Flamineo says he'll think about it. The ambassadors enter. Flamineo and the lawyer make sexual jokes about the French ambassador and mock the Spanish ambassador's appearance.