Conquest; Or, A Piece of Jade; a New Play in Three Acts

by Marie Carmichael Stopes

All Three.

Yes. Yes. Yes, sir.

Re. Off.

Then I needn’t read the alternative questions. Are you willing to become members of an Expeditionary Force?

All Three.

Yes.

Re. Off.

That’s right, lads. Now I’ll be honest with you, and tell you that all the law asks of you is to sign copies of this paper and send them in—you will get them officially in a few days maybe—but that’s not what I’m here for, to get from you a mere scrap of paper with a promise for the future on it. I’m here to get you yourselves, lads, now. That’s better fitted to a Briton than to write his name on a bit of paper, and to go back to his ordinary job! He that puts his hand to the plough and turns back—you know what it says in the Bible. You lads, and I, have got acquainted this afternoon, and I know you’re not that kind.

All Three.