_Paul Ruttledge._ But you have not told me what you have come here for. Is there anything I can do for you? _Mr. Green._ We have come to request you to go to the public-houses, to stop the free drinks, to send the people back to their work. As for those tinkers, the law will deal with them when the police arrive. _Paul Ruttledge._ I wanted to give a little pleasure to my fellow-creatures. _Mr. Dowler._ This seems rather a low form of pleasure. _Paul Ruttledge._ I daresay it seems to you a little violent. But the poor have very few hours in which to enjoy themselves; they must take their pleasure raw; they haven't the time to cook it. Have we not tried sobriety? Do you like it? I found it very dull.... Think what it is to them to have their imagination like a blazing tar-barrel for a whole week. Work could never bring them such blessedness as that. _Mr. Dowler._ Everyone knows there is no more valuable blessing than work. _Paul Ruttledge_ decides to put his visitors "on trial," to let them see themselves as they are in all their hypocrisy, all their corruption. He charges the military man, _Colonel Lawley_, with calling himself a Christian, yet following the business of man-killing. The Colonel is forced to admit that he had ordered his men to fight in a war, of the justice of which they knew nothing, or did not believe in, and yet it is "the doctrine of your Christian church, of your Catholic church, that he who fights in an unjust war, knowing it to be unjust, loses his own soul." Of the rich man _Dowler_, _Paul Ruttledge_ demands whether he could pass through the inside of a finger ring, and on _Paul's_ attention being called by one of the tinkers to the fine coat of _Mr. Dowler_, he tells him to help himself to it. Threatened by _Mr. Green_, the spokesman of the law, with encouraging robbery, _Ruttledge_ admonishes him. _Ruttledge._ Remember the commandment, "Give to him that asketh thee"; and the hard commandment goes even farther, "Him that taketh thy cloak forbid not to take thy coat also." But the worst indictment _Ruttledge_ hurls against _Mr. Green_. The other professed Christians kill, murder, do not love their enemies, and do not give to any man that asks of them. But the Greens, _Rutledge_ says, are the worst of all. For the others break the law of Christ for their own pleasure, but "you take pay for breaking it; when their goods are taken away you condemn the taker; when they are smitten on one cheek you punish the smiter. You encourage them in their breaking of the Law of Christ."