BOX. And yet, sir, on the other hand, doesn’t it strike you as rather a waste of time for two people to keep firing pistols at each other with nothing in ’em?
COX. No, sir—not more than any other harmless recreation.
BOX. Hark ye! Why do you object to marry Penelope Ann?
COX. Because, as I’ve observed already, I can’t abide her. You’ll be very happy with her.
BOX. Happy? Me! With the consciousness that I have deprived you of such a treasure? No, no, Cox!
COX. Don’t think of me, Box—I shall be sufficiently rewarded by the knowledge of my Box’s happiness.
BOX. Don’t be absurd, sir!
COX. Then don’t you be ridiculous, sir!
BOX. I won’t have her!
COX. I won’t have her!