Ruth. I love him, and you're going to kill my husband. If when you said you couldn't lose the memory of me you spoke the truth, you'll spare him, Martin. You won't go down amongst those men and lead them to the factory. I tried my best to carry out our plan. You told me that he wouldn't marry me, but I made him do it. And afterwards I tried. I did try, Martin. Only Guy's my husband and I love him now. I've learnt to love him till my love's the greatest thing in all the world. Don't kill him, Martin. Martin. It will not be killing, Ruth. It won't be murder if a bullet finds its way in Guy Barlow's heart. Not murder, but an accident. Ruth. You mean to kill him. Martin. Not man's vengeance, Ruth, but God's. Ruth. You mean to murder him. What shall I do? (_Changing her tone._) Martin, you loved me once. Is that love dead? Martin. Dead? Love needs nourishment and you have starved my love. Ruth. What if I said I'm here to nourish it? Would you go down there then? Martin. Nourish? How? Ruth (_holding up lantern_). Am I still beautiful, Martin? Martin. Yes. So Guy Barlow thinks. Ruth. Don't you? Martin. Delilah! Ruth. Was Delilah married? Martin. No. (_ The Marseillaise is heard again, more loudly. Below l., torches appear. Martin's attention is attracted._) Ruth. Don't look down there. They're singing. Let them sing. Martin. And if I stay? (_Ruth makes a gesture of surrender._) You mean it, Ruth? Ruth. I mean--everything. Martin. My God, you're beautiful! (_Harshly._) Put out the lantern. Ruth. Give me your pistol first. Martin. My pistol? Ruth. Yes. (_A pause. Martin takes it out, half offers it, then, with a suspicious look, gives it her._) Martin. The lantern. (_Ruth blows it out. As Martin draws her towards the shed, voices are heard._) Ephraim. I'm convinced your men won't be needed, Captain. Guy. We shall soon see. (_Enter Ephraim, Guy and Captain Lascelles, a youngish officer. Guy has a lantern which he places on the ground._) Personally I fancy we shall show you a little sport. Captain. Sorry sport, Mr. Barlow. I fought the French with a relish. They're our natural foes. But this setting English at English goes against the grain with me. Ephraim. Excellent sentiments, Captain Lascelles. Guy (_sneering_). I used to think the whole duty of a soldier was to fight. Captain. The duty of a soldier is to obey orders. That, sir, is why I am at the disposal of your father, who represents the civil authority. But I've no stomach for firing on unarmed men. (_The Marseillaise and the dogs are heard._) Guy. Listen! That's very near. Captain. So are the singers. Look there. (_Epiiraim and Guy look over with him._) Ephraim. Torches! There's a big crowd there. Why didn't we hear them? Captain. We came uphill. The hill cut off the sound. Ephraim. Dogs? What are the dogs for? Guy (_well satisfied_). Well, Captain, like it or not, you'll have warm work to-night. Captain. To be candid with you, I don't like it at all.