There's your home,
Off there in that big mansion on the hill.
Go there and live your life; you're none of us.
Harry Egerton.
My father is my father; I am I.
(The men prepare to leave. Cap Saunders rises and begins to pack up the things)
Harry Egerton.
We do not choose the gates through which we come
Into this world, my friends. Nor you nor I
Selected who should cradle us nor what home
Should give us shelter. 'Tis what we do that counts,
Not whence we come. Do not misjudge me, friends.
Because I am a son of Egerton
Deny me not the right to be a man.
Silas Maury.
You wear our sweat in your fine clothes all right.
Harry Egerton.
I wear, my friend, what my own hands have earned.
Where will you go?