GUY. There is no way.
JOHN. You'll pardon me, there is. I have offered your father the use of my factory by night.
GUY. By night? We should lose money. There would be you to pay, and weaving by candlelight is expensive.
EPHRAIM. Then let us lose money. I will carry out my contracts. And—think of the weavers, Guy.
GUY. Let them starve.
EPHRAIM. I won't. I will hang the leaders. But the rest shall live.
GUY. They will live somehow. When we want them again, they will be there. Meantime, they shall be punished.
EPHRAIM. I say they shall not, and by our good friend's help they need not be.
GUY. Our good friend is to run his factory by day and night and take his profit out of us. So much for friendship.
EPHRAIM. He must certainly be compensated for turning his place upside down.