Marius. (Turns to Domin) Yes.
Domin. Would you be sorry for her?
Marius. (Pause) I cannot tell.
Domin. What would happen to her?
Marius. She would cease to move. They would put her into the stamping mill.
Domin. That is death, Marius. Aren’t you afraid of death?
Marius. No.
Domin. You see, Miss Glory, the Robots have no interest in life. They have no enjoyments. They are less than so much grass.
Helena. Oh, stop. Please send them away.
Domin. (Pushes button) Marius, Sulla, you may go. (Marius pivots and exits R. Sulla exits L.)