Off to the tented field!
Pistols! revolvers they shall be!
Sooner than ever yield
I'll fight for death or victoree!

BOX (aside).

Yes! he must be my target.
Must the unhappy Cox.

COX (aside).

What will they say at Margate
When I have shot poor Box.

BOTH.

Ah!

[“Off to the tented,” &c. They repeat the duett and are about to exit, when they stop at the door and return.

BOX.

Hem! I say, sir.