Box.
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I heard of it. I congratulate you—I give you joy! And now, I think I'll go and take a stroll. [Going.
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Cox.
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No you don't! [Stopping him.] I'll not lose sight of you till I've restored you to the arms of your intended.
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Box.
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My intended? You mean your intended.
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Box.
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How can she be my intended, now that I'm drowned?
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Cox.
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You're no such thing, sir! and I prefer presenting you to Penelope Ann.
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Box.
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I've no wish to be introduced to your intended.
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Cox.
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My intended? How can that be, sir? You proposed to her first!
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Box.
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What of that, sir? I came to an untimely end, and you popped the question afterwards.
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Cox.
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You are much more worthy of her than I am, sir. Permit me, then, to follow the generous impulse of my nature—I give her up to you.
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Box.
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Benevolent being! I wouldn't rob you for the world! [Going.] Good morning, sir!
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Cox.
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[Seizing him.] Stop!
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Box.
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Unhand me, hatter! or I shall cast off the lamb and assume the lion!
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Cox.
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Pooh! [Snapping his fingers close to Box's face.
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Box.
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An insult! to my very face—under my very nose! [Rubbing it.] You know the consequences, sir—instant satisfaction, sir!
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Cox.
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With all my heart, sir! [They go to fireplace, r., and begin ringing bells violently, and pull down bell-pulls.
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Both.
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Mrs. Bouncer! Mrs. Bouncer!
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Mrs. Bouncer runs in, l. c.
Mrs. B.
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What is it, gentlemen?
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Cox.
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Stop! You don't mean to say, thoughtless and imprudent woman, that you keep loaded fire-arms in the house?
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Mrs. B.
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Oh, no—they're not loaded.
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Cox.
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Then produce the murderous weapons instantly![Exit Mrs. Bouncer, l. c.
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