MARTIN. Oh, you can kill me——
GUY. And I shall. I'm not like you. I'm not afraid to kill.
MARTIN. But my work will go on.
GUY. It will. And shall I tell you what that work of yours will be? Death, Kelsall, Death and——
MARTIN. Yes, death for me, but for the others—those for whom I give my life—there will be——
GUY. There will be the slower death which you escape by hanging. They will thank you for it, won't they, Kelsall? While they starve, they'll bless your name for burning down the factory that brought them bread.
MARTIN. It did not bring them bread enough for life.
GUY. Oh, some of them will live the winter through and come to work my new looms in the spring. They'll be the strong men who survive, strong weavers for my factory and, by the Lord, they will be meek. They will have learnt the cost of yonder carnival. They——
RUTH. Stop, Guy.
GUY. What?