Freer?
JOB ARTHUR. Yes, that's what we've been waiting for.
OLIVER. Then answer, Gerald.
GERALD. They've trodden on my face.
OLIVER. No matter. Job Arthur will easily answer that you've
trodden on their souls. Don't start an altercation. (The crowd is
beginning to roar.)
GERALD. You want to know why the clerks didn't get their rise?--
Because you interfered and attempted to bully about it, do you see.
That's why.
VOICES. You want bullying.--You'll get bullying, you will.
OLIVER. Can't you see it's no good, either side? It's no mortal
use. We might as well all die to-morrow, or to-day, or this minute,
as go on bullying one another, one side bullying the other side, and
the other side bullying back. We'd BETTER all die.
WILLIE. And a great deal better. I'm damned if I'll take sides
with anybody against anything, after this. If I'm to die, I'll
die by myself. As for living, it seems impossible.
JOB ARTHUR. Have the men nothing to be said for their side?
OLIVER. They have a great deal--but not EVERYTHING, you see.
JOB ARTHUR. Haven't they been wronged? And AREN'T they wronged?
OLIVER. They have--and they are. But haven't they been wrong
themselves, too?--and aren't they wrong now?
JOB ARTHUR. How?
OLIVER. What about this affair? Do you call it right?
JOB ARTHUR. Haven't we been driven to it?
OLIVER. Partly.
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