Guy. No? And yet, do you know, Father-in-law Butterworth, you are going to be. Martyrs are going cheap to-night. I have another use than martyrdom for you. Matthew. Well, seemingly, I'm in your hands. Guy. You are precisely in my hands, Father-in-law. What would you say now if I let you go scot free for this? Ruth (_half-incredulously_). Guy! Matthew. I'd say the wench had talked to you. Guy. Yes. She has talked. And then, Butterworth? After I had let you go? Matthew. You want a promise from me? Well, I'll make you none until you put away from you the abomination of machinery. I'll fight till I can fight no more against your factories and ugliness. I'll fight for honest craftsmanship and joy and pride in work until there's not a factory left in the land, until we've made an end to all the makers and the users of machines that take the weaver's handiwork away, until---- Ruth (_holding him back as he advances towards Guy_). Father! Guy has the power of life or death. You could be hanged for what you've done to-night. Guy. And dead men burn no factories, Butterworth. Matthew. Dead men can speak, speak from their graves back to the living, Mr. Guy. Guy. I have told you you are not to die. You're going to live, because I will it so. Matthew. And ask me to submit? Guy. I don't remember asking. I know you will submit. Matthew. Never. Guy. The door is there. Get out of it and go. You'll not be stayed. Go out and show yourself alive. Go out and prove to all the valley that Guy Barlow has the power of life or death. Matthew. So that's the use you have for me. To show myself a coward, who---- Guy. To show yourself sent back to life by me. Matthew. To life! The life you send me to is not worth having. Guy. Perhaps that's why I send you back to it. Matthew. No. I will---- Ruth. You will think of my mother. Martin. Go, Butterworth. There is still work for you to do. Matthew. To take my life from him! Ruth. He will not taunt you with it, father. Guy (_going impatiently to door and opening it_). Go, man, before I change my mind, and thank your God it's you I choose to take my message out--the message that Guy Barlow has the power to send men to the gallows or the loom. For you, the loom. For him, the gallows. Go. (_Ruth goes with Matthew to door._) Ruth. Go, father. Guy. Ruth, not you. Ruth. No. (_Gently pushing Matthew out. He goes. Guy closes door, then crosses to window and throws curtains hack. Then turns bullyingly on Martin._) Guy. Well, Martin Kelsall, do you like your handiwork? A pretty bonfire for a winter's night. Look at it, Kelsall. Drink it in, for it is like to be the last you'll see of earthly fire. They don't waste coal in jail. Martin. I have two things will keep me warm. Guy. You will need them both before the hangman fits a noose about your neck. Martin. Two things, Guy Barlow. Hatred. Hatred of you and satisfaction for to-night. We've made a clean sweep of your factory.