_Another Room in the_ CAPTAIN’s _House_.
_Enter_ PRODITOR _and_ CASTIZA.
PROD. Pooh, you do resist me hardly.
CAS. 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——
PROD. Why, assure yourself, madam, ’tis not the fashion.
CAS. ’Tis more my grief, my lord; such as myself
Are judg’d the worse for such.
PROD. Faith, you’re too nice:
You’ll see me kindly forth?
CAS. And honourably welcome.[815] [_Exeunt._