Box. Sixes!
Cox. Sixes!
Box. [Flings down the dice.] Pooh! It’s perfectly absurd, your going on throwing sixes in this sort of way, sir.
Cox. I shall go on till my luck changes, sir!
Box. Let’s try something else. I have it! Suppose we toss for Penelope Ann?
Cox. The very thing I was going to propose!
[They each turn aside and take out a handful of money.
Box. [Aside, examining money.] Where’s my tossing shilling? Here it is!
[Selecting coin.
Cox. [Aside, examining money.] Where’s my lucky sixpence? I’ve got it!