Balcony Scene

“What man art thou,” says Mr Boxe, “that, thus bescreen’d in night, so stumblest on my counsel?”

“For heaven’s sake,” says Mr Foxe, “will you please stop this nonsense?”

“Not until you say it,” says Mr Boxe.

“I absolutely refuse,” says Mr Foxe.

“Say it,” says Mr Boxe, “Say it is the east, and Boxe is the sun.”

“Throw down the key!” shouts Mr Foxe.

“Is this the east?” says Mr Boxe.

“Yes,” grumbles Mr Foxe.

“And am I the sun?” says Mr Boxe.

“Yes, fine, you’re the bleedin’ sun,” says Mr Foxe.

“Thank you,” says Mr Boxe, dropping the key to the pavement. “That will teach you to lock yourself out of the house.”