EPHRAIM (appealingly). Gentlemen!
GUY (to Captain). Hadn't you better look after your men? Your ten minutes are flying.
CAPTAIN (turning to go). I shall deal with you afterwards.
GUY (smoothly). With pleasure. My business is to deal in cotton cloth with all comers. I don't discriminate.
CAPTAIN. Pah! Shopman!
(Exeunt Captain and Ephraim.)
GUY (by shed). Come out.
(Martin and Ruth emerge, Martin crosses l. and looks down.)
Yes. It's steep, isn't it? You'll not escape that way unless you've wings.
MARTIN. Escape? I don't want to escape.