Box. [Tossing.] Heads!
Cox. [Tossing.] Heads!
Box. Ain’t you rather tired of turning up heads, sir?
Cox. Couldn’t you vary the monotony of our proceedings by an occasional tail, sir?
Box. [Tossing.] Heads!
Cox. [Tossing.] Heads!
Box. Heads? Stop, sir! Will you permit me—[Taking Cox’s sixpence.] Holloa! your sixpence has got no tail, sir!
Cox. [Seizing Box’s shilling.] And your shilling has got two heads, sir!
Box. Cheat!
Cox. Swindler! [They are about to rush upon each other, then retreat to some distance, and commence sparring, and striking fiercely at one another.]