COX. It must be she! And you, sir—you are Box—the lamented, long lost Box!
BOX. I am.
COX. And I was about to marry the interesting creature you so cruelly deceived.
BOX. Ha! then you are Cox?
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?