(Soldier salutes and goes. Ruth snatches knife from table and cuts Matthew's bonds.)
RUTH. Father, you shall not be bound.
GUY (watching cynically and firmly taking knife from her.) No. Our father must not be in bonds, must he? But we will stop there, Ruth. It is not Kelsall's turn just yet.
MATTHEW. I am not wishful to be treated differently from the rest.
GUY. No? And yet, do you know, Father-in-law Butterworth, you are going to be. Martyrs are going cheap to-night. I have another use than martyrdom for you. Matthew. Well, seemingly, I'm in your hands.
GUY. You are precisely in my hands, Father-in-law. What would you say now if I let you go scot free for this?
RUTH (half-incredulously). Guy!
MATTHEW. I'd say the wench had talked to you.
GUY. Yes. She has talked. And then, Butterworth? After I had let you go?
MATTHEW. You want a promise from me? Well, I'll make you none until you put away from you the abomination of machinery. I'll fight till I can fight no more against your factories and ugliness. I'll fight for honest craftsmanship and joy and pride in work until there's not a factory left in the land, until we've made an end to all the makers and the users of machines that take the weaver's handiwork away, until——