longs to every workman in the factory on equal shares. [_Throws keys
on table._] There are the keys of the safe, and the combination's in the
top drawer of that desk. It's all yours as it stands, down to the very
correspondence on that table, without any let, hindrance, or
interference from me.

FRANKEL [_hoarsely_]: Say! He means it!

SALVATORE: All the money ours?

GIBSON: The money for every piano you make and sell is yours--every cent
of it.

MIFFLIN [_rising transfigured_]: Gentlemen, a glorious time has come!
This is an example to every employer of labour in our land. I thank that
power which destined all men to be equal both in service and reward that
I should have chanced to be present to see such a splendid band of
forward-looking fellows--of brothers, of comrades--come into their own!
Let us hope that this great moment but marks the beginning of an epoch
when every capitalist and manufacturer shall see the light as Mr. Gibson
has just done.

As spokesman for these--these men, Mr. Gibson, I would congratulate you
for anticipating the inevitable and certain world future! You have done
well for yourself to perceive it. I am sure on that account you leave
here with their respect. And to you I should think it might be some
relief--

GIBSON: Relief? I should think it might! And you can translate that into
your nineteen languages and dialects--including the Scandinavian! As for
you men--you wouldn't work for me--now see if you can work for
yourselves! Good-bye, Miss Gorodna!

[NORA, _who has been looking at him tensely, inclines her head
slightly. He opens the door that leads to the street and goes
out decisively. There are exclamations from everyone, loud but
awed. "Say, look here, look here, look here!"

"Give it to us!" "Equal shares! Did you hear what he said?"
"Gosh! Is this the end of the world?" "My wife won't believe
it!"_]

MIFFLIN: Gentlemen, this factory comes into the possession of every
workman in it on equal terms; each has a like share in the profits. At
last the workman owns his tools.

FRANKEL [_suddenly, as if light had just come_]: Gibson's crazy!

MIFFLIN: No, no! He saw the writing on the wall!

NORA [_as if entranced, her eyes to heaven_]: Isn't it
wonderful--wonderful!

MIFFLIN [_beaming_]: But we mustn't forget that it entails
responsibilities.

NORA: We mustn't forget that.

[_The telephone bell rings. They all turn their heads in