MARTIN. There are hundreds round your factories tonight. They're waiting there, waiting for us. I'm leader enough to hold them back until we get your answer. Take care lest I lead them in a different fashion on another night.
GUY. Mutiny, eh?
MARTIN. Oh, names don't matter, Mr. Guy. We could call you names, and true ones, if we liked.
EPHRAIM. So you're their leader, Martin Kelsall?
MARTIN. At your service, Mr. Barlow.
EPHRAIM. I have my doubts of that. Well now, we'll just sit down and talk this over quietly.
RUTH. Father, you amongst the rioters!
MATTHEW. We're here as peaceful delegates.
GUY. With threats of fire and murder on your tongue.
JOHN (querulously). What's it all about? Never mind who they are. What do they want?