Willie monologue (Act 3) — Touch and Go: A Play in Three Acts

Yes, so do I. You're either going to make SUCH a mess that we shall never get out of it--which I don't think you will do, for the English working man is the soul of obedience and order, and he'd behave himself to-morrow as if he was at Sunday school, no matter what he does to-day.--No, what you'll do, Job Arthur, you'll set up another lot of masters, such a jolly sight worse than what we've got now. I'd rather be mastered by Gerald Barlow, if it comes to mastering, than by Job Arthur Freer--oh, SUCH a lot! You'll be far less free with Job Arthur for your boss than ever you were with Gerald Barlow. You'll be far more degraded.--In fact, though I've preached socialism in the market-place for thirty years--if you're going to start killing the masters to set yourselves up as bosses--why, kill me along with the masters. For I'd rather die with somebody who has one tiny little spark of decency left--though it IS a little tiny spark--than live to triumph with those that have none.