FRANKEL: Life ain't worth livin'! Life ain't worth livin'!
CARTER: Serves you right, Frankel!
[At the filter FRANKEL pours water from the glass upon a dirty handkerchief and passes the handkerchief over his forehead.]
FRANKEL: I got to git some peace! I got to collect myself.
CARTER: That shows you ain't got no rights like you claimed. You can't control your labour element.
FRANKEL [bitterly]: I'll control 'em all right! I'll show 'em who's their master!
[A man's head with shaggy hair and ragged whiskers is thrust in at the factory door. This is POLENSKI.]
POLENSKI [ferociously]: Are you goin' to come out here like a man?
FRANKEL: You bet I'm comin' out there, Polenski! I'll show you who's the man here! You Hunnyacks try to browbeat me!
[As he goes out, babbling fiercely, the howls of a Roman mob are heard greeting him.]