RUTH. Then so long as you stay here nothing can happen.
MARTIN. I shan't stay long.
RUTH. You will. I've got you and I mean to keep you here. Thank God, I came.
MARTIN. You've come, but I've told you it's too late now.
RUTH. Oh, no, it's not. You can't deceive me, Martin. I know this is the meeting-place. I heard you all say so last night. The moors below the quarry. Are the men there, Martin?
MARTIN. There are men there. Listen.
(Faintly, the strains of the Marseillaise are heard from below l., and with them the barking of dogs.)
The song that Henri Callard brought from France and made into an English song to put the spirit of a revolution into us. The song of life and hope.
RUTH. No, Martin, the song of death.
MARTIN. Perhaps it is, for Barlow's bullies at the factory.