GUY. Why turn it upside down?
EPHRAIM. For the sake of the weavers whom I will not desert.
GUY. Did I burn their livelihood? No. They did. Let them suffer for it.
EPHRAIM. Guy, I have to remind you again that I am the head of the firm.
GUY. Very well, then. I break my connection with the firm.
EPHRAIM. Guy! Barlow & Son.
GUY. In future there will be two firms. The first is a charitable institution which penalizes itself to find work for riotous weavers who burn its factory. The second firm exists to make money.
EPHRAIM. You mustn't do that, Guy. Not the factory and the firm on one black night. I can't stand both.
GUY. Then the firm goes on on my terms.
EPHRAIM. You mustn't leave me, Guy.