VOICES (amid a threatening scuffle). Da-di-da! Hark ye—hark ye! Oh—whoa—whoa a bit!—won't do!—won't do!—naughty—naughty—say you're sorry—say you're sorry—kneel and say you're sorry—kneel and beg pardon!
JOB ARTHUR. Hold on a bit—keep clear!
VOICES. Make him kneel—make him kneel—on his knees with him!
JOB ARTHUR. I think you'd better kneel down.
(The crowd press on GERALD—he struggles—they hit him behind the
knees, force him down.)
OLIVER. This is shameful and unnecessary.
VOICES. All of 'em—on your knees—all of' em—on their knees!
(The seize OLIVER and WILLIE and ANABEL, hustling. ANABEL kneels
quietly—the others struggle.)
WILLIE. Well, of all the damned, dirty, cowardly—-
VOICES. Shut up, Houghton—shut him up—squeeze him!