Cox. I am!
Box. I heard of it. I congratulate you—I give you joy! And now, I think I’ll go and take a stroll.
[Going.
Cox. No you don’t! [Stopping him.] I’ll not lose sight of you till I’ve restored you to the arms of your intended.
Box. My intended? You mean your intended.
Cox. No, sir—yours!
Box. How can she be my intended, now that I’m drowned?
Cox. You’re no such thing, sir! and I prefer presenting you to Penelope Ann.
Box. I’ve no wish to be introduced to your intended.