Polenski monologue (Act 3) — The Gibson Upright

[_half screaming_] I won't? Every one of you is in his class. [_Points at_ FRANKEL.] You sit up here and call yourself a committee, dividin' up the money and runnin' this factory that belongs just as much to us men he hired as it does to you! It belongs to us _more_--because we're the real workin'men! [_Beats his chest._] My God! Don't the toilers' wrongs _never_ git avenged? Are we _always_ goin' to be wage slaves? We demand simple justice. We been workin' here two dollars and a half a day, now we want the wage scale abolished and double profits for each of us for every day we worked here before we found out what was goin' on, with you sittin' up here like kings in your robes, tellin' the poor man he should have only two dollars and a half a day--sittin' up here in your pomp with your feet on the neck of labour! [_To_ CARTER]: _You_, in your fine broadcloth, ridin' up and down the avenues in limousines with never a thought for the toiler! Don't think for a minute we deal with this little vampire here. You're all in the same boat, and the toiling masses will hold every single one of you just as responsible as it does him, you--you capitalists!