Another room in the Captain’s house
Enter Proditor with [Castiza].
PRODITOR
Puh, you do resist me hardly.
CASTIZA
I beseech your lordship, cease in this; ’tis never to be granted. If you come as a friend unto my honour and my husband, you shall be ever welcome; if not, I must entreat it —
PRODITOR
Why, assure yourself, madam, ’tis not the fashion.
CASTIZA
’Tis more my grief, my lord; such as myself
Are judg’d the worse for such.
PRODITOR
Faith, you’re too nice:
You’ll see me kindly forth?
CASTIZA
And honourably welcome.