Braddock, as a citizen of this commonwealth I call upon you to enforce the laws!
My friends and fellow citizens. This is unwise, this course you are pursuing, And cannot in the end but injure you. The laws were made for these disputes, And you like others must obey.
I urge you to go peaceably to your homes!
(_Egerton says something to the Governor_)
One moment, brother Egerton; One moment, Governor; let me say a word.
My brothers, If hunger hath driven you here, then know I speak For one whose self was hungry, Jesus Christ; Yet was he meek and lamb-like. Why do you not Go to those places that have been prepared By charitable, Christian men and women For this very purpose, to relieve distress? If you are worthy you will there be fed.
Whited sepulchre! He's a whited sepulchre!
How dare you, armed with Labor's sacred tools Which our Lord's father sanctified when he Wrought at his wood in Nazareth, how dare you, With envy in your hearts, on murder bent, Intrude upon the quiet social hour Of honorable, law-abiding men? God sees you with your axes lifted there. And though you fear not law nor anything Of man, fear God, for he hath power And he can reach you in the uttermost Parts of the earth or air, as David saith.
The rich man's friend! The rich man's friend!
As Governor of this commonwealth I will call out the military!
We are the military! We are the military!
(_Who have been peering in forward right_)
(_Egerton and the Bishop follow the Governor out centre right, and the people disappear_)
(_There are shouts and a thunder of tools falling upon the floor_)
And seize the throats that nailed us fast!
No, no, Donald! Shed no blood! Think of their children!
(_Shots are heard and noises as of a riot_)
(_The noises die away. In the darkness the walls are heard sighing_)
Shut up your mouths! You'll have the police here!
(_Forms of men loaded with the spoil of the mansion are seen hurrying out left_)
That's right! That's right! An equal divvy! An equal divvy!
No, no, you don't! That's mine! That's ours!
Every man for himself! Every man for himself!
Who will go down Where all is sorrow, woe, and strife, Where unshaped things are jostling into life? Who will go down?
(_There is a thundering and crashing in the darkness_)