 Act I of Hamilton by Mary P. Hamlin and George Arliss. Authors' Preface This play is written for the stage. It is written with a desire to convey to the audience that the builders of the foundation of the American Republic were real people, and not merely a procession of nice gray-haired old gentlemen who were mainly occupied in sitting for their portraits to Gilbert Stewart and John Trumbull. Probably no keen admirer of Alexander Hamilton will be fully satisfied with the play. But the authors consoled themselves with the reflection that no playwright could do justice to the power and scope of this remarkable man within the limits of an evening's entertainment. In writing a play dealing with a great historical figure, it is necessary to select an incident that brings out boldly the predominant characteristics of the hero. Having decided upon the incident, it is advisable not to be fogged by the introduction of other important episodes, however much they may be downed to the credit of the central figure, or however much you may be tempted to use them. Alexander Hamilton achieved distinction in so many different directions, as a shipping clerk, as a soldier, as a powerful and graceful writer, as an orator, as a tactician, as a master of the financial policy of nations, led to the casual reader of history it might seem difficult to discover this dominant characteristic, but to the student and lover of Hamilton it stands out clear and well-defined. Courage. Not the courage of the blind egoist or of the imperious politician, but the courage which had its roots in the love of truth and of honorable dealing. And so the authors chose the incident which forms the basis of this play. In their opinion no single event could be found that displays this fine quality of courage more surely and more definitely than the course adopted by Hamilton in the face of the attack by his political enemies. Those descendants of Alexander Hamilton whom the authors have had the honor of meeting have expressed their satisfaction at the selection of this incident, and the authors feel that it is no breach of confidence to record that they have received words of praise from the two men who know more about Hamilton than perhaps anybody in America, two of his keenest admirers, Senator Lodge and Nicholas Murray Butler. The historical record on which the play is founded can be seen by any student who is so far interested by applying to the Lennox Library in New York. It is known as the Reynolds Banffwood, and is the document written by Alexander Hamilton himself. The play keeps very close to history. The main incidents are, in all essential details, historically correct. It has been necessary to take some few liberties, but these are of minor importance. The dialogue is not written precisely as it might have been spoken at the end of the 18th century. The authors believed that a slavish attempt to eliminate all words and phrases that were probably not in vogue at the time would result in many instances in tedious phraseology and a certain artificiality which they particularly desired to avoid. They have, however, endeavored on the whole to maintain the atmosphere of the period. The stage directions are designed and intended for the guidance of the actors and not for the entertainment of the reader. There is a growing tendency among writers of plays to introduce long and humorous stage directions that are often very entertaining in the library but very dangerous and misleading for the stage. They are misleading to a producer because they frequently make a scene appear to be very sparkling while it is, in reality, exceedingly dull, the sparkle being confined exclusively to the stage directions. They are dangerous for the actor because they make him believe that his part is a great deal better than it really is, and so he is apt to regard his audience as stupid because their intelligence fails to appreciate subtleties that he detected at the reading. In reality it is the author who is to blame. He has let the actors into certain dark secrets connected with their characters without giving them the ghost of an opportunity through the dialogue or situation of conveying these confidences to the audience. The Players Alexander Hamilton, read by Thomas Peter. General Schuyler, read by Amelia Chesley. Thomas Jefferson, read by Wolfgang Bosch. James Monroe, read by Alicia Messiah. William B. Giles, read by Donald Gilmore. Count Talley wrong, read by Delmar H. Dolbert. John J. Chief Justice, read by Joseph Tabler. Zikio, read by E.J. Wally. James Reynolds, read by Chuck Williamson. Colonel Lear, read by Campbell Shalp. First Man, read by Nemo. Second Man, read by Eva Davis. Betsy Hamilton, read by Abaii. Angelica Church, read by T.J. Burns. Mrs Reynolds, read by Leanne Yau. Soldier's Wife, read by Phon. Melissa, read by Phon. Stage Directions, read by Todd. Hamilton, Act One Scene The exchange copy house in Philadelphia, a morning in August during Washington's first administration. It is a great room with low ceiling and neatly sanded floor. Against wall, back, are cupboards with shining pewter-tankards and dishes. Center, a great fireplace with wide stone hearth and high back-settles on each side. Running upright, table with chairs left of it at irregular intervals. Long seat, right of table. Right, back, tub stands on floor and contains melons, cucumbers, bottles of wine, and a pitcher of milk cooling. Over fireplace is a large crimson silk liberty cap, with these words above in large letters. Sacred to liberty. On wall near is the following in large print. Breakfast, two shillings, fifty cents. Dinner with grog or toddy, three shillings, seventy-five cents. Court of toddy, one and six, thirty-six cents. Bottle of porter, two and six, sixty cents. Best Madeira, six shillings a quart, one dollar fifty. Entrances upper right and left, also door left. A crowd of eight or ten men, including two or three Quakers, smoking church wardens, discovered sitting, standing, drinking. Mainly men of the better class, not rabble. Elsa, the barmaid, is serving drinks. Men come and go during act. James Reynolds, a handsome, dissipated, ne'er-do-well of about thirty-five, slightly of the worst for liquor, but not drunk, is center of a somewhat jeering crowd at top of table right. Monroe is up left, talking to some men. Giles is sitting at right of small table down left center. Giles is reading some manuscript, possibly a draft of a bill for Congress. As Gerton rises, there is a general hubbub, Reynolds' voice, dominant. First citizen is seated on downstage end of long seat right of table right. A second citizen is facing him, seated on a chair. Another is on his left, further upon seat. Three men are standing in a group, upstage, right. An old man is seated on subtle right of fireplace, reading the Federalist. A man is seated on subtle left of the fireplace. He's playing chess with another who is seated on a chair in front of him. The chess board is on a small round table between them. Two Quakers are standing near their door on the left, Monroe is conversing with them. The original flag of the United States, thirteen stars in circle and thirteen stripes, is on wall above inner door on left back. The chairs are all Windsor chairs, dark in color, Wayne scotting about two feet six inches high. All woodwork in dark oak and walls and ceilings a neutral smoky gray. Round table, downstage left with three chairs rounded, two armchairs and one single chair. The high back settles are set at an angle and start from the fireplace downstage on either side. They fit in between two thick upright posts which support a cross beam. Some more posts are suggested right and left at either end of beam. Against the post right is a chair. Three windows in right flat and one some more window in same position is in kitchen seen through entrance upright back. Shells and bottles in kitchen. Through door left back is backing with door and beyond the street. At rise, Melissa is gathering up tankards and wiping off table right. Reynolds standing on a chair at upper end of table right. I'm selling, I'm selling. First man, seated right of table, downstage end. Quiet there, will you? I'm selling, I'm selling. State securities for the price of printing. I'm selling, I'm selling. Can't hear ourselves speak. What's the use of keeping quiet? Where's a gentleman to do business if he can't do it at the exchange coffee house? Second man, seated down right other side of table. Oh, where's the gentleman? Send the gentleman here. I'm the gentleman. I'm selling, I'm selling, I'm selling. Sit down. Melissa, a tankard of porter, my dear. I'm selling, I'm selling. Sit down, Reynolds. How can you be selling when there are no buyers? Enter Tallerand up left at back. Ask that gentleman if he's nearly finished with the newspaper, Melissa. You see some business between Melissa and the man with the newspaper. He refuses to give it up. Melissa then meets Tallerand, center at back. He has come on from street left. Reynolds, coming downstage center. Don't any of you gentlemen want to make easy money? I'm offering you state securities for the price of the printing. Here's a hundred dollars going to the highest bidder. Will anyone bid five? Holding up a paper. What state is it on? South Carolina. Laughter from the crowd. I'll give you six pence for it. Louder laughter. Giles, seated right of round table, downstage left. Where'd you get all this paper, all of a sudden, Reynolds? William P. Giles is a small, squat man with swarly, dirty-looking skin and a sharp eye. His features are thick and his manner coarse. His boots are heavy, his dress untidy, and his voice loud. He has the air of a successful bully and prize fighter. Reynolds, right downstage. I got it from the soldiers, Mr. Giles. The poor soldiers have entrusted me. Huh? They'll be very poor soldiers if they trust you. General laugh. Reynolds, reading from a second paper. Here's six months pay due private high remot. Ninety-six dollars due from the state of Virginia. Monroe, upstage left. That's not true, sir. Virginia's paid every cent she owes. James Monroe is a tall man, but because of broad shoulders and stocky build, look shorter than he is. His manner is the aggressively plain citizen type. He is dressed plainly. He lacks Jefferson's gracious bearing, but does not reach Jaws' roughness. It's easy to see you come from Virginia, sir, but the poor soldiers. Poor soldiers? It's the fortune of war. Talorand has been settling the score with Melissa upstage. He speaks with a slight French accent. Ha, ha, ha, the fortune of war. You bring about this war. Your soldiers fight for you and conquer your enemies, and then you repudiate their claim for pay. The fortune of war, hm? The war for them. The fortune for you, ha? Some laughter. Reynolds mixes with men at back, right. Talorand is very tall, with legs too small for his fat body. His blonde hair is worn in long ringlets over his shoulders. His blue eyes, under heavy lids, have a look of scrutiny. His nose is pointed and aristocratic, but his mouth is large and coarse. His manner is watchful, but pleasant. He is dressed in the height of fashion. He wears a great hat with long curling black plume. When Reynolds goes to the men upright, two of them move away and go off up left. A third sits right of table. Reynolds then sits on sill of center window on right. Well, Talorand, I thought you had decided to return to France. Change your mind, eh? Rather risky yet for the aristocrats to go back. Coming down left of table left. I live tomorrow. I am settling my score with a beautiful Melissa. One row, sitting left of table. You're going to take the chance, eh? Well, I hope to follow you in a very short time. Talorand, leaving Melissa, who curtsies and goes out upright. Do follow me, Senator Monroe. As minister to France. Talorand, back of table. Ah, yes, how charming. President Washington has already appointed you, hm? Not yet, but we shall get it all right. We? Oh, you also, hm? Two ministers? No, not two ministers, but sometimes it takes two men to get one job. Enter Schuyler from street up left. He comes to center looking around. Ah, you mean it is not so easy. You have to deal with Alexander Hamilton. We'll deal with him all right, Alexander Hamilton. General Philip Schuyler is a large man, inclining to stoutness. He has a gouty foot and walks with a slight limp. His dress suggests the aristocrat. His manner is open and genial. He is a handsome, lovable old gentleman. He carries a handsome cane. Shhh. Howdy, everybody. Two or three of the men say, Howdy, General. The second citizen rises and bows. Talorand goes to him effusively. Ah, General Schuyler, how are you? Schuyler, turning and bowing. Count Talorand. Talorand takes his two hands warmly. And how fares your illustrious son-in-law, Alexander Hamilton? Why, I guess he's all right. I've just come from Albany. I've been over to his house and find he's not at home. Giles moves to chair back of table left and shows Monroe papers. Ah, it is good for him to get away from his labors sometimes. Well, it's a queer thing for him to be away this time in the morning. Turning again to look around to the right. Another man rises and says, Howdy, General. I thought he might be here. Reynolds, advancing effusively, taking off his hat and making a low bow. General Schuyler, now I'll sell you one of these. Schuyler ignores him and turns back to Talorand. Reynolds goes up to behind table, laughing. Everybody calls here. Yes, everybody comes to see everybody at the exchange coffee house. I find it amusing. He is club, restaurant, merchant's exchange, everything. Enter Melissa with drinks, places them on a table right. I will alter all that in time, Count Talorand. We're young, you know. Give Alexander Hamilton time to sow some seeds. We'll have a real merchant's exchange and a real live country that will be able to pay its debts. Ugh. Twinge of gout. Melissa gets chair from in front of post right and brings it down right of Schuyler, replacing it against table, then taking tray with other drinks across to table down left, giving one to Giles and one to Monroe. And I hope I shall have a real foot, which I haven't at this moment. And if you don't mind, Melissa, my girl, I'll just rest it in the parlor before I hobble along. Good day to you, Count Talorand. Going left. I shall call on Alexander before I leave. He'll be extremely glad to see you. Ugh. Confound this foot. Goes off right. Reynolds, who has been drinking and conversing with one or two shady-looking characters, coming to him. Count Talorand. Before you return to La Belle, France, wouldn't you like to buy up the whole of the French loan? I'll sell it to you for ten cents. Laughter. Laughter left from street, Thomas Jefferson. He is a man over six feet tall. His red hair is unpowdered. He has pointed features and a freckled face. His corduroy breeches are well worn. Jefferson, coming downstage center. A good day to you, citizens. First man rises and says, Good day, Mr. Jefferson. One or two other men say, Mr. Jefferson. Melissa, coming forward with a curtsy, to left of Jefferson. Good day to you, Mr. Jefferson. Good day to you, Melissa. And how is your father to date? Mandid, I hope. Yes, Your Honor. Thank you, Your Honor. No honor for me, just a plain citizen, Melissa. Tell him I asked after him. Moving toward table, left. Thank you, sir. Curtsies and his going right. Jefferson, turning slightly, raising finger in protest. And leave off the sir. Yes, sir. Jefferson laughs, slightly amused. A little medair in and out, Melissa. She goes hurriedly right, and exits. Says then Monroe. Shakes hands. Good day to you, citizen Giles. Does not shake hands with Giles. Howdy, Tom Jefferson. Jefferson, turning in front of table. Oh, citizen Tallerand. Tallerand, coming down center. Can't. Tallerand, if you please. In America there are no titles, citizen Tallerand. In this land of the free, all men are equal. And they say titles ain't so very popular in France just now. Jefferson, sitting right of table, left. Ah, France, what a glorious change. The Apostle of Liberty and Fraternity. Is liberty fraternity? What do you mean by liberty, Mr. Jefferson? Jefferson points to cap over mantle. Ask your own countrymen, citizen Tallerand. There you behold the symbol of the liberty of your great land of France. To us in America that crimson cap stands as a symbol of freedom. A symbol called that dirty rag, a symbol of liberty. I call it a symbol of license, of lawlessness, of murder. Don't say you, Thomas Jefferson, to the murder of my king, Louis of France. Is that too a symbol of liberty, of fraternity? It is the will of the people. The time is not far distant, citizen Tallerand, when every king in Europe will have been swept into the dust-hip of history. Approval from the crowd. Louis XVI was an oppressor of the people. A tyrant. Yes, sir. Tallerand to Jefferson. You say that. You who for five years were minister of France and enjoyed his friendship. You who have sat at his table. And it was necessary to use the arm of the people. Fade decreed that your newly founded republic should be cemented with the blood of aristocrats. Down with aristocrats, down with tyrants everywhere. Yes, I know your idea of liberty. Down with aristocrats, down with everybody who is in your way. I'll tell you one thing, citizen Tallerand, and I'll tell it to you now. There are some damned aristocrats in this country that'll get the same treatment your king got if they don't go careful. Who helped you win your freedom? The king of France. Well we ain't going to have any kings in this country. Who desires to be king? George Washington does. And Alexander Hamilton wants to be prime minister. Wants to be? He is prime minister this very minute. Prime minister of America, huh? By this time everybody in the room is listening. Jefferson, conciliatory. Oh, I assure you citizen Tallerand, citizen Giles, and citizen Monroe, voiced the sentiments of the great body of the American people. Murmurs of assent from the crowd. There is a growing unrest all over this land at the aristocratic tendencies of our president. There is a bitter and righteousness opposition to Alexander Hamilton's efforts to centralize the government and assume the deaths of the 13 free and independent states. Such a centralization of power would inevitably lead to monarchy. And I stand on the platform of the rights of man, the rights of the individual, the rights of each state to its freedom. And I tell you, citizen Tallerand, the grave is danger that threatens America today, resting the persons of those men who are striving to centralize the power of the United States. Striving to establish a military dictatorship. Approval from crowd at table right. One man strikes the table to emphasize his agreement. A condition that will involve us in European quarrels in which it should be our policy to take no part. How can you keep out of European quarrels when your interests are bound up with those of Europe? Our riches and resources can bid defiance to any power on earth. It is only when our rights are invaded that we should make preparation for our defense. Tallerand with a shrug. Yes, and then it will be perhaps too late. And Tallerand, I look for the day when during the rage of eternal wars in Europe, the lion and the lamb within our region shall lie down together in peace. Tallerand, down beside Jefferson. Yes, they would lie down together until the lion felt hungry. Then he would get up and eat the lamb. Laughter from crowd. Once this tendency towards centralization, we who love the freedom of our own state will fight to the death. Tallerand moving to center. Yes, certain jealous states all working against each other. How are you going to pay your debts without a central government? You have no credit abroad. Your paper is not worth five cents on the dollar. Why don't you pay the men who furnished you supplies for your war? Why don't you pay the soldiers who gained you that liberty that you love so dearly? Damn the soldiers. This country is going to put a stop to Washington's coddling of the army. Tallerand advancing a little to Giles. It was the soldiers who won you your precious freedom. Well, Virginia's paid her soldiers. Tallerand coming down on Monroe's level. Has South Carolina? Has Rhode Island? That's no affair of Virginia. No, sir. Why not? Did not the soldiers of Rhode Island help Virginia to her liberty? Each one fought for the common good. Each one should be paid. By that, citizen Tallerand, I understand you to mean that the government should assume the war debts of all the states. Those debts were the price of your liberty. If you have a government, it should pay the country's debts. Citizen Tallerand, you're simply speaking from Alexander Hamilton's platform. You're an aristocrat. Some of the crowd agree with this. So is Hamilton. Tallerand shrugs his shoulders and moves to right center. And as such you cannot possibly understand the love of liberty that burns in the heart of every loyal American. Rising and coming to Tallerand. This attempt by Alexander Hamilton to compel the central government to assume the debts of the 13 states is merely a trick, a maneuver to give a greater power to that central body and to ruthlessly crush the freedom of the states. We as Virginians love Virginia, her freedom, and will fight for her freedom. Moves back to his chair. Tallerand coming toward him. Fight? No, dear. Where were you when Alexander Hamilton stormed the redoubt at your town? Well as you know, Citizen Tallerand, I'm not a soldier. Sits. Giles, wicking him in row. Jefferson has never been a fighter, you know, Citizen Tallerand. Citizen, citizen, citizen! You prayed and boasted about the rights of man and sneered Alexander Hamilton as an aristocrat. Have any of you worked for the rights of man as he has? When it was an affair of fighting for your liberty, he fought. At the age of 19-20 years, he had risen to be colonel and was leading the victorious charge at your town. At the hour when your liberty was assured, he laid down his arms and commenced to make a nation of you. I tell you, I have known all the great men of my time. Pitt, Fox, Washington, and of Semar. It is my boasts that I know Alexander Hamilton. He sweeps out, left exit to the street. During the following dialogue, there is general movement and talking amongst the crowd. Some laugh tolerantly, others shake their heads in doubt. The first man rises and bowing to the man he has been talking to crosses to the man at the fireplace who was reading the paper, has a few words with him, and then exits upright. The man he has been speaking to, down right, rises and is joined by the man who has been sitting on the other side of the table, right. They take arms and stroll out up left, chatting as they go. One of the Quakers goes into the street left, and the other comes to center and watches the men who were pulling chess. He afterwards sits in the upper corner of Settle, left of fireplace. Reynolds strolls up and takes down a pipe from Mantle. He chats a moment with a soldier who is sitting left of table, right. The man who was reading the paper goes off right, leaving the paper on Settle. Why, the crazy... Haas, his right, friends, his right, Hamilton is a great man, but his energyism is directed. Rises and moves to center. Great man, we ain't got half the following you have. That infernal French aristocrat has put the whole thing in a nutshell. Hamilton and Washington are working against the interests of the individual. They're working against us. During this, Melissa enters from right with a glass of Madeira, puts it on table left, and then, crossing over to post right, she hangs a card on it. It is a notice of a ship's sailing. Reynolds has some business of flirting with her. He slips his arm to hers. She resents and exits left. Reynolds goes off upright. Well, come, we mustn't say that. Well, it's true. That may be, but... Well, what are you going to do about it? Jefferson to Melissa. Oh, thank you, my dear. He and Monroe drink. As they drink, Reynolds flirts with Melissa, see above. The citizen Monroe, I came in hope of finding you here this morning because I have decided that it's necessary that you and I should make a friendly call upon Alexander Hamilton. During dialogue, the two men who've been playing chess rise and consult the card Melissa has hung up. One of them makes some notes. They exchange a few words, bow to each other, and go off upright and left. The Quaker remains on settle, left of fireplace, reading from a small book. A friendly call. To consulate him. With what object? We need his cooperation. Sits again. The decision of the location of the capital of the United States is now a matter of urgent necessity. It is vitally necessary that we should secure the capital for the South, where our influence is paramount. Don't see any need to worry about that. The North hasn't got any chance anyway. Why, Washington's a Virginian if he is under Alexander Hamilton's thumb. Giles. Rising. George Washington ain't got a damn bit of loyalty in him. Well, come, come. I cannot discuss this matter with you, citizen Giles. As you refrain from your invective. Well, he's a Virginian, and yet he's just as interested in New York and Massachusetts as he is in Virginia. It makes me sick. A soldier who has been sitting left to table right rises and goes off upright, smiling. The capital of the United States doesn't go to the North as long as James Monroe has a fight in him. Let us consider our own position. Washington is straining every nerve to pass through Congress his bill for the government assumption of state's debts. Reynolds appears at door upright, smoking a pipe. He leans against door a minute, then comes to post right and pretends to be reading the card while he listens. It's an outrage. Let every state pay for its own debts. Well, we're blocking that bill, and we'll continue to block it to the last ditch. Giles sits back of table left. Throughout our corporation, which we cannot possibly extend, his bill cannot go through. Then what's the use of us going to ask favors of him when he knows perfectly well that we are the most active opponents of his bill? I say, fight him. I believe you're right, Giles. Fight him. Jefferson, coming toward table left. Come, come, Monroe. More flies may be caught with a dish of molasses than with a sea of vinegar. You know, you've set your heart on being appointed minister to France. I have. Hamilton, word, will go a long way with Washington. Reynolds turns his head slightly toward them, then, picking up paper, sits on seat right a fireplace and reads, removing his hat which he places beside him. Come, we'll make a friendly call. Hamilton will fight tooth and nail to have the capital in New York. That may be. Hamilton is a New Yorker. Giles sneers. Izzy, he comes from God knows where. Shhh! Shhh! A bastard, born in the... Monroe and Jefferson protest, Jefferson rises. We don't need to discuss his arrival into the world, Giles. I am far more interested in his removal. Reynolds turns chair in front of him and puts his feet on it. Jefferson, moving to center. We must be prepared for his opposition to the south. It will be a lasting disgrace to this country, if the capital is not in Virginia. Too remote Monroe. Izzy, we have no post roads and inaccessible from New England. Damn it, ain't you working for Virginia? I'm afraid we cannot hope for Virginia. I believe, though, if we go carefully, there is a chance of getting it for the south. Where? In Potomac. Well, that's a damn sight better New York. Jefferson, coming back to table. Come, we will call on Hamilton this evening. A friendly call, after supper perhaps. But remember, we must steer clear of any mention of his bill for the government assumption of state's death. It doesn't suit me to go begging to Hamilton. He's got the president wound round his little finger. And the people trust him. Shake the people's faith in him. What's the thing? Reynolds lowers his paper a moment. His honor, Giles. We've tested his honesty. Yes, the anti-Federalists have attacked his honesty, a secretary of the treasury from every possible angle, and he's always beaten us. We ain't used up our whole bag of tricks yet, not by a damn sight. Jefferson with a slight look of disapproval at Giles. Then, citizen Monroe, we will meet here this evening at night. Then Monroe rises. We'll make a late call on Hamilton, as I wish our visit to be regarded as scarcely as one related to business. He goes up to street door, left. Giles, scratching chin. If we could only make the people believe that Hamilton, the secretary of the treasury, ain't playing fair with the gate money. Why, we'd have the whole country in our pockets. Reynolds can be observed listening. Here's Schuyler from parlor left, followed by Melissa. At sound of Schuyler's voice, Giles rises, and crossing table right puts his foot up in a chair and thinks, I think I'll be hobbling off, Melissa, my regards to your father. Melissa crosses Schuyler to chessboard at fireplace. Good day to you, citizen Schuyler. Returning from street door. Schuyler at post left of fireplace. How'd you do, Mr. Jefferson? How'd you do, Senator Monroe? And how's the gout? Well, it's... Oh, I can't tell you in the presence of this young lady. Melissa, taking pipes off chess table, moves over to table right, picks up some jugs, and exits up right. Monroe coming up left. We were just talking about your son-in-law, Alexander Hamilton. Ah, that doesn't surprise me. And Mrs. Hamilton is not back from England yet. No, Betsy's not back yet. I understand she went over to see your other daughter, who was sick. I trust she's better. Yes, she's all right now, thank God. Mr. Jefferson and I propose to drop in and see Alexander Hamilton tonight. I hope that he is well. Yes, he's as well as you fellows will let him be. Monroe, a step towards him angrily. What do you mean by that, General Schuyler? Schuyler, responding with anger. You know what I mean. Monroe goes up to street door left. Jefferson, between them, and laughing. Come, come, do not let us quarrel. We are coming in to have a little chat with Citizen Hamilton concerning the location of the capital. Citizen Schuyler, I bid you a good day, sir. Good day to you, Citizen Schuyler. Good day. Good day. Exit Jefferson and Monroe to left through street door. Give my love to Alexander. Grins. Schuyler looks after Jefferson and Monroe, and then at Giles. You're cooking something for him between you and you're the chief stoker. I'm a fighter, if that's what you mean. Yes, you're a fighter. But a damned sportsman. When your party wants to circulate any damnable insinuations about Alexander Hamilton, they go to Giles of Virginia, and he does the dirty work. Giles turns. Because you and your gang know that Alexander has the confidence of the people, and that he means to make the government assume the state's debts, you are forever trying to trip him up, shouting corruption in the treasury, dishonesty in the treasury, and God knows what. Moving toward left and turning again. I don't say who's the author of the accusations. I don't say it's Tom Jefferson or Senator Monroe, but I know where to put my hand on the man who does the dirty work. Giles crosses angrily toward him. Yes, you're a fighter, but you know only one knockout blow, and that's the one below the belt. You needn't glare at me. I wouldn't soil my hands with you. But this is one of the times when I wish I had gout anywhere but in my foot. Exits Kyler left to street. Giles thinks hard and looks ugly, then laughs and comes down to right of table left and drinks. Reynolds, who has been listening and enjoying the row, says meditatively, Shake the people's faith in him. Giles, turning to him. What'd you say? Reynolds, smiling. Shake the people's faith in him. You've been listening, huh? Well, that's the only way to get a living, Mr. Giles. Keeping my ears open. Picking up his hat from beside him. Well, keep your mouth shut. Sits right of table left and chews a toothpick. Reynolds, rising and coming to center, slowly, laughing. Pretty hard job to shake the people's faith in Alexander Hamilton. Ain't it? Mind your own damn business. Reynolds laughs and crosses to chair back of table left. Puts his hat down on table. Ha, ha, ha, ha, you've tried to prove him incompetent. You've tried to prove him dishonest. But there's one thing you haven't tried, Mr. Giles. Back of table. Giles, turning away from him. Go to the devil. And it's strange you haven't thought of it. How about a woman? Giles is silent a moment. Rolls toothpick around in his mouth, spits it out, replaces it with another, and then looks at Reynolds. You're a little gentleman, ain't you, Reynolds? Women are the do's for tangling up a man's finances. You know all about it, don't you? Yes, I know a great deal about women. I'm married, you know. Yes, I know. I know a good deal about men, too. Now, Mrs. Hamilton is away. Been away a long time in England. Now, what do you say? Giles, turning away. I don't want any advice from you. Besides, as you know so much, you know that Hamilton hardly ever leaves his house. Makes it all the easier. Send the woman to the house. Giles, looking in front of him. What the devil do you mean? It's a matter of choosing the right woman and the right moment. Puts down pipe and leans forward. You've seen Mrs. Reynolds, haven't you? Your wife? Yes. Giles, turning squarely toward him. God, you're a bad one, ain't you? Reynolds leaning back and smiling. I'm what may be called a soldier of fortune, Mr. Giles. You'd come in on the blackmailing end of the game, huh? You'd do any damned thing for a ten-dollar piece, wouldn't you? Yes. I'm afraid my price is a little lower than yours, Mr. Giles. Leans forward again. You might see Mrs. Reynolds. She's a nice little thing. I'm very fond of her, but she's too good for me. Giles, looking in front of him again. Oh? Yes. It's the clothes, you know, that caused the trouble. She must have pretty clothes. She's young, you see. She... Noticing that Giles is interested, he takes a pen and writes on a slip of paper, rises and puts the paper on Giles' knee. That's our address, Mr. Giles. Reynolds, picking up his hat, moves towards door, left. She'll be at home now? Looking at paper. Reynolds, smiling and coming back a step. Yes, I think so. You've seen her with me, haven't you? Yes. She's a pretty little thing, ain't she? Giles looks at him sideways. She's a clever little thing, too. Well, good day, Mr. Giles. Exit Reynolds, left. Giles remains looking at the paper, apparently thinking it over. He reaches for his hat, which is on the table beside him. Rises with sudden determination, puts his hat on, looks again at the paper, then with his mind made up, he exits quickly through the street door up left. Curtain. End of Act I. Act II of Hamilton by Mary P. Hamlin and George Arliss. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Act II. Scene. Living room in the house of Alexander Hamilton, 79 South 3rd Street, Philadelphia, evening of the same day. It has a large room in a brick house of the period. Wallpaper dull gray, white wine-scotting. Doors solid mahogany, white frames with cut glass handles. Woodwork of windows and fireplace, handsomely carved and painted white. Room suggests dignity and comfort rather than elegance. The furniture is Chippendale. Portraits of General and Mrs. Skyler on the wall at back. Upstage right, there is a door leading to a hall and street door which can be seen by audience. Down left, a door leading to other part of the house. Left center at back, two long front windows give out on narrow iron balcony on front of house. A third window is on the right upstage. Light through window suggests street lamp without. Large and small chairs stand about. At left front stands a large card mahogany chair. It is handsomely upholstered in leather. At left center, a large low writing table with a pile of manuscript at one end and furnished with ink and quill pens. The fireplace is on the right downstage. On mantle stands a handsome wedgewood vase and one silver four-branch candlestick. Above mantle, a large mirror. Between fireplace and window upright, a small square mahogany table against the wall. Green rep and lace curtains at all windows. Down right, center facing audience, a colonial sofa. Against wall, center at back, is mahogany bookcase filled with books. No doors on case. Standing on bookcase are two two-branch silver candlesticks. The two portraits are on the wall above. Right and left of bookcase, a chair. In left corner upstage, a handsome colonial escutier. Open. Armchair in front of escutier. Against wall left and above door, a similar smaller bookcase. Two single candlesticks on ditto. Armchair back of Hamilton's table left center. Single chair right of table. Chair against wall below door down left. Ditto against wall below fireplace down right. Small chair back of sofa. When the curtain goes up, Alexander Hamilton is discovered standing at right of table left center, looking over a manuscript of Bill for Congress. He is a man of medium height. Thirty-three years of age. He is dressed in the height of fashion. In spite of heat, his ruffles are immaculate and his docks secure. He wears his own hair unpowdered and tied in a queue with a black ribbon. Enter left Zekeel, an elderly Negro-serving man. Zekeel at door left. Excuse me, Moss Hampton, but that's mighty nine-nine o'clock. Is it Zekeel? It's Sutney Amsa. Well, one of it. Zekeel coming toward him. Kind of yo ain't had scarcely no food all day, and that fetched me. Then it's been waiting these four hours. Has it? Well, bring it in here. Sits back of table left center. Ha, y'all don't need it all then, sir. Yo just looks at it and goes on walking. Hamilton making correction on Bill. I'm engaged on a difficult task, uncle. Yo sure must be, Moss Hampton. Trying to make bricks without straw. Bricks, that Sutney do seem a mighty poor substitute for dinner, Moss O'Connell. Knock. Zekeel crosses it back towards door right. I'm still out, Zekeel. Zekeel turning it right. Reckon you all better be home, Moss O'Connell, and quit walking for the night. I'm out, Zekeel. I'm out. Zekeel goes out right. Half closes room door. Skylar heard. Skylar, without. What? Still out? I'll come in, uncle, and wait. Coming through hall door. Zekeel, as Skylar stumps in. So help me, general. Ain't no good, yo waitin'. Enter general Skylar right. Zekeel backing in before him, trying to prevent him. Hamilton, who has gotten up as soon as he heard voice. Why, Father, I've been expecting you for hours. Meeting him upright, taking his hands and bringing him into the room. Well, I called on you hours ago. To Zekeel. You black nigger you. I don't believe he's been out at all. Zekeel, down right of Skylar. Why, he say he were out, and I don't think he were. Hamilton, left of Skylar. Uncle, I thought you knew I was expecting the general. I don't know nothing except what you tells me. So help me, Moss O'Connell. Shut street door and returns, closing room door also. I'm sorry, Father. You see, as secretary of the treasury, I'm a target for all kinds and conditions of people. Blessing the chair right of table, a little further out for Skylar. Skylar, sitting, left center. People who come to borrow money, eh? Hamilton giving Skylar's hat to Zekeel. Exactly. That's why I have to be out, out, out. You see, there is still a large section of the public who regard the treasury as a sort of savings bank, from which they can withdraw money with other preliminary inconvenience of depositing it. Helping Skylar off with his cloak and giving it to Zekeel. Skylar, having risen to take off cloak, sits again. Well, the people are slow to understand. It's only the last few years that we've had a treasury. Yes, we have a treasury, but we haven't any treasure. How's the gout? How do I find Colonel Hamilton? That's what I want to know. I'm perfectly well. Puts his hand across his eyes. But I believe I'm tired. Crossing down left. Zekeel advancing to right center from behind sofa. He ain't had no victor since morning, General. Ah, perhaps that's it. I believe I'm hungry. Skylar, turning angrily to Zekeel. Didn't Mrs. Hamilton charge you before she went away to see that the Colonel ate his meals regularly? Hamilton, laughing, passes up between Skylar and table, giving Skylar an affectionate shake as he passes. Then puts away papers. Yes, sir. Miss Bessie, she charged me. But for God, Master Skylar, I can't give him to eat scarcely a mouthful. So that's the way you look after your master, is it? Sometimes, General. Yo can tack and lead a mule up to the trough. Hamilton, tying up papers, protests, laughing lay. But if he tack it into his head not to drink, well, y'all can't do nothing about it. Uncle, you never said a word about drink. You've been worrying me to eat all day. To Skylar. What do you think I've been doing, Father? The Lord knows. Everybody's work, as usual, I suppose. I've been building a national bank. Places hand on large bundle of manuscript. Well, you can't do it on an empty stomach. Why not? I'm doing it on an empty treasury. Goes up to Esquiteer with papers. Skylar to Zekeel, who is going towards door right. Uncle Zeke, you go and get up the best supper you know how, and I'll see that the Colonel eats it, and a bottle of wine. Zekeel puts cloak and hat down on chair right of bookcase on back wall, and brings small table from that wall right, and places it center beside Skylar. Hamilton at Esquiteer, upper left. You'll join me in that? No, I've got a milk-fed foot. Milk for General Skylar. Yes, sir. Zekeel exits left, happy. Hamilton, sitting on edge of table, left of Skylar. Well, what news? You saw General Washington. He's in the lowest depths of depression, Alexander. About the financial conditions? He's not as young as you, you know. He was born to fight, but not to fight politicians. Well, I'm going to do the fighting now. Picks up pens. Here's a whole new bundle of pens, and I'm going to stick a man with every one of them. The opposition have half a dozen bundles to your one, and they poison the points. That's just it. They use too many pens, and so the poison fails to take effect. I've got them sticking all over me, and I can't even feel them. But Washington feels them. They're always attacking him. The latest is an accusation that he is drawing more salary than he is entitled to. Whose work is that, Tom Paines? No, the clerk of the house. But Tom Paines has written him a letter, too, accusing him of incompetence, calling him treacherous in private friendship, a hypocrite in public life. Sounds like Tom Paines. And heaven knows what besides. Ungrateful scoundrels. The thing that hits him hardest is their everlasting hooting about the army. George Washington loves his army as he would have loved an only child. He has beggared himself in an attempt to meet the country's promise to pay. It's the old story. The greater the achievement of the man, the more violent his detractives. Enter Zekele, left, with Cray containing chicken, bread, and butter, jug of milk, glass, bottle of wine, wine glass, napkin, and white cloth on Cray. Now they are shouting dictator and accusing him of trying to make himself king. And they know it's a lie. Crossing down left angrily. Of course it's a lie. That's why the politicians glory in it. You can't lead the people with a lie. The truth. Takes more tapers from Table and puts them away in Escotea. Uncle Zeke, I hope you hear your master talking about the value of telling the truth. It will do you good. Zekele, having placed Cray on Table Center. For God, Master General, the only lie I ever tell is to say Master Hampton's out when he's in and surely that's a mighty white lie. For a gentleman of your color. Well, Zekele, if anyone calls, I'm in for tonight. Unless they want money out of the treasury. Zekele, taking chair from left of bookcase at back and placing it back of Table Center. Very well, Master Hamilton. You's in for tonight. Now you eat at our dinner and I'll bring you more to follow. Exit Zekele, taking Skyler's hat and cloak. Now, what have we here? Chicken. Hamilton and Escotea. Ah! And bread and butter. Damn it, there's no pie. Hamilton, coming over. Good heavens. No pie. Zekele! I'll wager he's gone to get the pie. Well, it doesn't seem much to go building banks on. How can I build banks without pie? It's time Betsy came back. Thank God she will be home next week. Hamilton, standing back of Table Center. Haven't you had a letter by the last packet? No. Why, I've been on the road from Albany the last five days. What's wrong? Hamilton, taking out letter from breast pocket. Nothing wrong. But Betsy writes to say that Angelica isn't able to come as soon as they expected. It will be another month before they are here. He kisses letter. It's a damn shame the way you've been left with no one to look after you. Go on and eat. Betsy had no sort of business to go off and leave you at all. I say it if she is my own daughter. Why, you begged and prayed of her to go. Well, she ought to be back. She's coming back. Heaven knows I miss Betsy. Put a letter on Trey and sits down. Skyler, fuming. President Washington leans on you like a child on its mother. And not a soul in this whole town sees to it that you have any... any... Fumes. Any pie. Eat, I say. Eat. Knock. Now there's somebody else. Hope that nigger has sense enough to say you're out. Hamilton, opening napkin. Come on then. Join me. I'm hungry as a hunter. Passes milk. There's your milk. Milk. Baha. Enter Zekeel. Zekeel at door right, closing it behind him. Woman seen in hall as he enters. Here's a poor woman at the door with a baby in her arms. She wants to see you, sir. Is yo in or is yo out? Out. What does she want? She says she's the wife of one of the soldiers. Hamilton to Skyler. You see, she comes to me for money. Money out of the treasury. I'll see her, uncle. Skyler objects, but Zekeel opens door. Can't send her away, father. Drops napkin on tray and rises and goes up toward door right. Skyler mutters. You can't live without food. What's the use? Enter woman with baby in her arms. She comes from the hall. The street door is closed. Zekeel half-closes the room door and remains in the room holding the doorknob. Woman has a state certificate in her hand. What can I do for you? Upstage center, left of woman. Woman coming to right center. Are you Colonel Hamilton? Yes. Pulling the chair he was sitting on. Sit down. She sits. What is it? My husband is Zachary Whelan, sir. He fought in a war, sir. He's a cripple and can't work. He fought under you, sir. It was that winter at Valley Forge. His feet froze so many times, sir. He's on a pension, but we can't get the money. Can't get it from your state? We get it sometimes, but not lately at all. Only promises, sir. You see, ours is due from Rhode Island. If it had been Virginia or New Hampshire, it'd have been all right because they are paying their men, but Rhode Island says they can't. Hamilton looks towards Skyler. What do you wish me to do? I heard General Washington spoke at a meeting of the soldiers last night and he gave his word that everyone would be paid. I know he will keep his word, sir, but we can't wait. Hamilton, kindly. Why did you come to me? They told me that you were Secretary of the Treasury, where all the money is. Hamilton, giving another hopeless look at Skyler, who grunts. I wish I could make you understand. The Treasury at present is only a name, an empty name. Takes paper from woman. This is Rhode Island's promise to pay. Mrs. Whalen, I am trying to make the country keep this promise. I'm trying to make them pay. How long shall we have to wait, sir? I don't know. Here. Trying to waistcoat pockets before finding it. Take this. Gives her a coin and certificate. She wraps coin and certificate and puts it in her breast. Thank you, sir. She is going, but turns when he speaks. Hamilton, following her a step or two. I can only say that I'll do my best to see that you were paid. You're hungry, aren't you? Yes, sir. Hamilton takes four corners of napkin and ties chicken inside and hands to her. Here. Take this chicken and have a jolly good supper with your husband. I'm afraid there isn't much for the... He leans over and tenderly removes a corner of the shawl from the head of the slipping baby. What's the baby's name? Elizabeth, sir. Hamilton, smiling. Elizabeth, is it? Yes, sir. Hamilton, taking jug of milk from Skyler, who is about to pour some out. The baby's name is Betsy, father. Gives jug to woman. Milk for Elizabeth. Zekeel and Skyler very protesting. Zekeel, show Mrs. Waylen out. Tell your husband I'm fighting for the men who fought for me. And it's a harder struggle than we had at Valley Forge. But that I mean to win, as we won at Yorktown. Zekeel opens room door and also street door, which he holds open. Woman, near room door. Thank you, sir. I'm sorry to have troubled you, but it's hard on the women. When the war broke out, we had to let our men go and proudly wear on them. And when my husband came back disabled and useless, everybody took him by the hand and helped him. That was when the war was on, but now it's finished. It's hard we can't get paid. Good night, sir. Exit woman, right. Hamilton, turning to Skyler with a groan. That is grace of it. The men who won our freedom left us starve. Moving downstage into fireplace impatiently. If Tom Jefferson and those damned anti-Federalists would let your assumption bill go through, why the soldiers would be paid. Hamilton, walking excitedly across to left. Their opposition to this bill is holding the country in the grip of bankruptcy. While Jefferson and Monroe oppose it, he'll never get it through. Hamilton, back of his table, picking up manuscript. I'll fight for it. I'll fight for it to the end. Throwing down manuscript and crossing it back to right. You see, Father, Jefferson never smelt the smoke of battle. No. He prides himself on being a man of peace. All he and his flock do is go round shouting, State's right. Thomas Jefferson in the rites of man. He gets his followers to do the shouting while he writes for posterity. Placing his chair right of small table. Skyler, grudgingly. Yes, he writes well. Hamilton, standing right center. He writes music. The music of well-chosen words. And the people listen to him. We all listen to Tom Jefferson's music. He's like the Pied Piper. He pipes and he pipes. The people follow spellbound. He can certainly pipe. Of course, there is always the danger that he will lead them into the sea. Well, there's a lot of rats running after him that it'd be all better for drowning. There are always rats running up the back stairs trying to nibble their way into office. Enter Zekeo from door upright. Comes down to table center. Wouldn't be if the offices were kept clean. Only a strong government can keep the offices clean. This policy of every man for himself is leading the country to anarchy. He is very angry. Zekeo, a little alarmed. Reckon I'd better get you some more supper, Colonel. Picks up Tray. Note, Betsy's letter is on Tray. Be sure to bring it back on Tray next time. Don't you get me any more of that damned milk? Maybe I just better fetch a little in a feeding bottle, General. Yeah. Exit Zekeo, laughing. Hamilton laughs and sits right of table center. When Zekeo lied to me this morning and said you were out, I went round to the exchange coffee house. To get a milk punch? To look for you. I saw several of the rats there and I'm convinced they're hatching something for you. I always associate hatching with chickens, but I dare say rats do it. Well? Be on your guard. Jefferson and Monroe are coming to see you about the location of the capital. Hamilton, unconcerned. Oh, the residence, Bill. Takes out handkerchief. Well, what about it? Schuyler, sitting back, netled. What about it? I mean, where do they want the capital? In Jefferson's parlor, I suppose. That's just where they do want it. They want the capital of the United States in the south. My God. But excuse me. Schuyler, fuming. My God! Is that the end of your prayer or the beginning, Father? The south! Well, why not? Do you mean to say you'd let the capital of the United States go to the south? Where do you think it should be? Where should it be? Why, Albany, of course. Hamilton, jumping out of his chair and over to right, laughing heartily. Oh, your hometown. The finest city on God's earth. In your parlor, I suppose. No, General. Certainly not Albany. Sits in chair again. Schuyler, netled. Oh, certainly not Albany, eh? And why certainly not Albany? I suppose you want it in New York. Zekeel enters left, and crossing it back to door upright, exits. New York? No. Well, in Heaven's name, where do you want it? Anywhere that's handy to get at. Well, I'll be. Haven't you any patriotism, man? I don't care where the capital is. Whether it's built of marble or whether it's made of wood so long as we get the right men inside to restore law and order to this limping, half-starved government. Alexander. Hamilton, pulling his chair around to face Schuyler and anticipating amusement. What are the reasons why the capital should be in the north? Why all the traditions connected with our struggle for independence cluster about the north. Hamilton, taking it off on his fingers. There's some truth in that. It was here in Philadelphia that the Declaration of Independence was signed. Hamilton checking on fingers. So it was? It was in New York that Washington took the oath of office. Hamilton checks. In New York the government had its beginning why Albany commands the commerce of the four corners of the earth. Hamilton checking. Hmm. And there's not a damp bit of reason why the south should have it anyway. But if the north has all the glory of the traditions of the past, isn't it a good reason why the south should be glorified with the hopes of the future? No. Hamilton rises. Hasn't the south at any rate as much claim as the north? No. Enter Zekeel, right. General, your argument is... Secretary Jefferson and Sentiment Rho Khan to see you, sir. Reckon you's out? I reckon I'm in, Zekeel. Schuyler, rising. Now here they come to talk to you about the capital and you're going to concede it without a struggle. Hamilton, coming to him. Father, you're the best friend I have in the world, but I dare not trust you in a matter of diplomacy. That's no reflection on your intelligence because you know diplomacy is frequently only one-eighth's brain. Tapping him on the forehead. And seven-eighth's the way you use it. I'm going to send you out onto the balcony to cool down. Going up towards center window. I just got some old supper ready to brung up. Schuyler, getting above center table. Well, bring it in, Zekeel, and the country be hanged. Hamilton, coming down right of Schuyler and taking his arm. Father, I wonder if they feel as strongly as you do about the location of the capital. Schuyler, raising his hand to strike the small table and breaking out. Why, any man with an ounce of... Out in the cool air, Father. Portures him onto the balcony. Oh, General. I've noticed that there sometimes comes a moment in diplomatic conferences when a little diversion is most valuable. Should I call for you? Come in. Ergh. Schuyler grunts. And look pleasant. I'll see them, Zekeel. Zekeel exits right. Hamilton goes to his table and picking up manuscript of his bill returns to window and calls. Father, if I could only get hold of Jefferson and Monroe. To back your assumption, Bill? Yes. If you could only get hold of the moon. He goes out, closing the windows. Hamilton, with sudden resolution, comes down left of his table and is facing right when Zekeel brings in Monroe and Jefferson. They bow to each other. Zekeel crosses it back to left. Sector Jefferson and Center Monroe. Hamilton bowing to them. Mr. Jefferson. Senator Monroe. Monroe, left of Jefferson. How do you, Hamilton? Jefferson, advancing to Center. Citizen Secretary, I trust we do not call it an inconvenient or unseasonable hour. Your time, gentlemen, could not have been better chosen. Zekeel, a bottle of wine. A bottle of wine and a sandwich, yes, sir. Exit Zekeel, left. Mrs. Hamilton is not back yet. Hamilton, getting behind Cher, right of large table and indicating it to Jefferson. No. My wife will not return, I fear, for a month or more. Will you take this chair, Mr. Jefferson? Jefferson sits right of table. Will you take this one, Senator? Monroe crosses and sits in large armchair. That is the chair General Washington always sits in when he is here. Monroe rises uncomfortably, then sits again. I'll sit here at my desk, if you don't mind. There is general constraint. You're still working. Even in this late hour, Citizen Hamilton? Oh, no. This is my recreation. Put hand on pile of manuscript. And what is your recreation? The establishment of a national bank. It's not constitutional. It will be necessary for the full development of my bill for the government assumption of state's debts. Monroe and Jefferson cough uncomfortably. Jefferson is bland. A very charming room you have here. Very charming. Devilish hot, though. Allow me to open this window. Going to balcony window. I should mention that General Schuyler is on the balcony, if our business is private. No, no, not in the least. Pray consider our visit as quite informal. Hamilton opens window. We came to have a little friendly chat with you. Hamilton, returning to table. Gentlemen, I am indeed relieved to find that you have come in this friendly spirit. It gives me courage to approach you in a perfectly friendly way on a very urgent matter. Jefferson catches Monroe's eye. I trust it may be within our power to be of use to you. Without sacrificing the principles for which we stand. Of course. Hamilton, sitting back at table. President Washington is deeply concerned at the country's neglect to pay its debts. The debts incurred during the war. You mean the neglect of certain states to pay their debts? I mean the neglect of the nation. Virginia has paid every cent she owes. That saves the honor of Virginia, but not the honor of the nation. Gentlemen, my bill provides that these debts shall be assumed by the central government. Why do you continue to oppose it? All I need is the support of Thomas Jefferson and James Monroe. What you suggest would be making Virginia help to pay the debt of South Carolina. And South Carolina has three times the debt of Virginia. Hamilton to Monroe. Encouraged in gaining Virginia her freedom. Gentlemen, if the interests of the 13 states continue to clash, there is no hope of established independence. I appeal to you both as patriots not to squander the time of the country by the discussion of party interests. We are builders of a nation. Let us build strongly. Let us build on the foundation stone of honor. The nations of the world are watching us. Let them sneer at our youth. Let them sneer at our poverty. But let them never cast a slur upon our honesty. You plead merely for the honor of the nation. I plead also for the rights of the individual. Do you realize that the rights of the people are at stake? Hamilton to Monroe. The right of the people is the right to cast aside personal interests for the greater good of the nation. The only safety for any people is in a government that can command the respect of the world. Striking the table. You mean a monarchy? I mean a republic. Monroe rising, coming to left corner of table and pounding it. George Washington is trying to set up a monarchy and make himself king. Returning to Washington's chair. He gives a vicious push with his knee and crosses to right. Hamilton rising and crossing to right with Monroe. Take this chair. I think you'll be more comfortable. Gives Monroe another chair from back of sofa. It is a hard uncomfortable looking little chair. He places it in front of sofa. Monroe ignoring the chair. Suppose the government should pay the state's debts. The men who lent the money wouldn't get it. Hamilton about to interrupt. You know as well as I do that the Patriots who put up the money to carry on the war has long ago given up all hope of ever being paid by the bankrupt states. That is exactly. Their claims have passed into other hands sold for a song. But the claims remain. And a promise to pay is a promise to pay. Jefferson rising and with firmness. Citizen Hamilton, I am pledge to the people. We cannot pick the pockets of the man who trusts us in order to pay another man's debts. Gentlemen, this is repudiation. The last stage of national humiliation. I have tried to see your point of view. Citizen Monroe has tried to see it. Yes, I've tried. Turning away to right impatiently. You have appealed to Congress many times and have always been defeated. The last time by a majority of two. The majority was small is true. With a touch of courtliness. Mainly owing my fear to the eloquence of your address, Citizen Hamilton. Hamilton responding with a profound bow. From Thomas Jefferson that is indeed praise. But I fear my eloquence is interfered with our friendly chat and that was really what you came for. Turning to Monroe. Some hours at time. About to turn up stage. Well, Jefferson, time is short. There's discussion having arisen. I find myself diffident in seeking your cooperation on another matter. Gentlemen, I beg that you will not deprive me of so great a privilege. Praise it down again. They sit. You are sure you are comfortable in that chair, Mr Monroe. Monroe seated in front of sofa. Yes, thank you. I was never made to occupy a throne. Hamilton about to respond but controls himself and sitting in chair right of small table center. Gentlemen, I am at your service. Jefferson seated again in chair between tables. You know that the residence bill must be voted on without further delay. I understand that immediate decision is necessary. And I will not disguise from you that I consider the geographical position of the capital a very vital matter. Schuyler appears on balcony at back, coming from left. He stops a moment at the open window, catches what they are talking about, nods his head and disappears to right. Undoubtedly. And we do not underrate your influence. Not only was the President, but it was Congress, in arriving at the decision. That decision, gentlemen, is a very grave and serious matter. It certainly is. But I think we ought to find no difficulty in reaching an agreement. Now that's talking sense. Schuyler returns and lingers in front of open window, with his ear obviously turned to catch the conversation. He is not seen by the others. I am placed to find that you're willing to meet us in the matter. We should have no difficulty because, to me, and surely to all who have gone into the matter as deeply and seriously as we have. There can be only one possible location for the capital. And that is? Albany. A distinct ejaculation is heard from Schuyler outside. He disappears to left. Excuse me. I thought I heard my father-in-law calling. He goes to window and closes it. Albany. That old Dutch town. And why Albany? Hamilton returning to center behind small table. Because? Oratorically, imitating Schuyler. It commands the commerce of the four corners of the earth. Schuyler is seen moving outside. He opens the other window, the one nearest the left, and is radiant. But I fear you do not consider... I know much may be said in favor of New York and Philadelphia, but... You talk as if Albany, New York, and Philadelphia were the only places in the Union, sir. Hamilton, surprised. Had you any other place in mind? Hasn't the south as much claim as a north? Certainly not, sir. The south could not possibly be considered. Why not, sir? What's your reason for the north, except you're a northerner yourself? Hamilton, oratorically. My gentlemen. Pulls chair right of small table to back of small table and comes to right of small table. All the great events connected with our glorious struggle for independence cluster about the north. Schuyler's face expresses amazement and delight. Hamilton lightly touches his fingers as he enumerates the following. It was here in this city, in Philadelphia, that was signed that immortal document from your hand of Mr. Jefferson. The Declaration of Independence. What's that got to do with it? It was in New York that Washington took his oath of office. Schuyler gives great signs of approval. It was there that the government had its beginning. And...and...there's not a... There's no reason on earth why the south should have it anyway. All this spoken with great conviction. Schuyler in great delight exits to right, remaining between windows. Monroe, rising and going right. The south will make a damned good fight for it. Jefferson, rising. Is that your final word, Mr. Hamilton? My decision in this matter, Mr. Jefferson, is just as irrevocable as that of yours and Senator Monroe, regarding my bill. Monroe and Jefferson exchange a glance which Hamilton observes. You'll excuse me. I'm sure I heard the general calling. Going to window, center. I'm afraid of the night air for your gout, Father-in-law. You'd better be getting home. Enter Schuyler. Jefferson moves away towards left, thinking. Good evening, gentlemen. With a profound bow and greatly pleased. Oh, good evening, Citizen Schuyler. Good evening. Schuyler, passing along toward door upright. I won't interrupt you. I'll just total along. Hamilton, following and laughing. Total. With that foot. Schuyler, throwing open the door upright. The foot's better, Alexander. Good night, gentlemen. Excuse me while I see the general to the door. They go off upright. Hamilton closes the door after him. Jefferson, crossing toward center. What do you make of that last remark of his? As irrevocable as our decision regarding his bill. Sounds like an invitation to strike a bargain. Is it worth it? We can't do without him, damn him. Shall we support his bill in return for the capital? It's worth anything to get the capital away from the north. It will be hard to explain this change of front to the people. I've said so much about state rights. You can make some excuse. Well, it will be difficult to explain away. Tom Jefferson, you can explain away anything. Give you pen and ink, and there isn't your equal for that in the universe. Besides, we may not have to give up a thing. Moving away to write a little. What do you mean? Well, Giles of Virginia has some scheme on. He said if Hamilton got us into a corner. Monroe, Giles is a rascal, and I'll not be identified with any of his underhand schemes. Neither will I. I'll just leave him alone and trust in Providence. Re-enter Hamilton, door upright at back. Monroe crosses Jefferson to left. Hamilton, coming down right of table center. Forgive me for leaving you, although I'm afraid, gentlemen, our interview is at an end. Jefferson, advancing a little to Hamilton. Citizen Hamilton, I have been credited with being a diplomatist. Your valued service, as minister to France, places out beyond dispute, sir. And I find that in settling arguments of all kinds, it is necessary to give and take. The best diplomatist, I presume, being the man who gives the least and takes the most. Jefferson and Monroe laugh slightly. In this instance, citizen Monroe and myself are prepared to give a great deal in order that the southern states shall not be overlooked. Treated with contempt. With regards to the capital I have a proposal to make. Hamilton nods his head attentively and comes down in front of sofa and turns to them. As we cannot agree upon the selection of the city, why not build us a new city, clean, and new, and full of the ideals of liberty and fraternity? Why choose a city like Albany or New York, mired with the scars of the British tyrant, Bristolen with the memories of our servitude? Certainly an original idea, a new city. On the Hudson. No, not on the Hudson. On the Potomac, halfway between the North and the South. I regret to have to refuse you, Mr. Jefferson, but as I said, my decision is irrevocable. Going upstage between end of sofa and table center. I think you said as irrevocable as our decision regarding your bill. Hamilton turning and apparently trying to recall it. Did I? I think I did. Suppose we make a concession. Hamilton coming back to Jefferson. Strike a bargain, Jimmy. Well, I wouldn't care to use that word, Mr. Hamilton. No, we won't use it then. We'll call it concession. Move to front of sofa again. Suppose we pass your bill in return for the capital. Hamilton with an assumption of astonishment. Why, gentlemen, this is a surprising proposal. I fear I must have time to think it over. Sits on little chair in front of the sofa. Monroe, beside Jefferson. You're a quick thinker when you like Hamilton. Yes, when I like the proposal. But I'm afraid I'm getting the worst of the bargain. Jefferson gives slight movement. Uh, concession. We're offering you something you've been fighting for, for years. You will admit that yours would be the spectacular victory. The capital rested from the north. I do not care for popularity. I'm thinking only of what is best for the greatest number. You need my answer now. Can you not give me a week to think it over? A week? Good lord, Hamilton. Three days. This must be decided now. Hamilton rising. Very well, gentlemen. I agree. Shall we put it in writing? Going toward table left. I think our oral plans would be sufficient. Your word is your bond. In fact, I would rather take your word, gentlemen, than the bond of any state in the Union. He bows to them. They laugh. Monroe comes over eagerly and extends his hand. That's a bargain, then. Enter Ezekiel, left, with Tray containing chicken, decanter of wine, and three wine-glasses. Nock is heard off right. He puts Tray on table-center and exits up right, leaving door right open. Note, be sure that Betsy's letter is on Tray. The dialogue is not interrupted by Ezekiel's entrance. Jefferson between them and smiling. Oh, really? I cannot permit. Let us say a final settlement of our difference of opinion. May I offer you some refreshments? Going to back of center table. Monroe to right. Thank you. Now, Zidane and Monroe will agree that we have already detained you too long. Passing up right of center table towards door right. Hamilton is preceding Jefferson when Ezekiel throws open the street door up right and announces. Count Tallerand. Enter Tallerand. Tallerand shaking hands with Hamilton and then retiring a little on the right of stage near door. My dear Hamilton, a thousand pardons. I see you have the citizens with you. I intrude. We were about to take our leave. Shaking hands with Hamilton. Good night, citizen Hamilton. Passing to door. We have already made our adduce to. Tallerand politely. Citizen Tallerand. Jefferson exits street door which Ezekiel is holding open. Ezekiel hands him his hat. Tallerand comes down between sofa and table center, dropping his hat and gloves on sofa. He then moves across to in front of sofa. Monroe shaking hands with Hamilton. Good night, Hamilton. Goes to room door and turns. That was a damn good proposition of yours. Hamilton at room door left of Monroe. Oh, pardon me, gentlemen. The proposition came from you. Monroe coughing uncomfortably. Ahem. Uh, yes. Takes stick and hat from Ezekiel. Exit Monroe and Jefferson through street door up right. Hamilton slamming room door and coming down excitedly, placing his hands on Tallerand's shoulders. Tallerand, I needed someone to drink a toast with me. Here's to the government that's going to pay its debts. Picking up to canter. I'll drink to that because I like to drink, but drinking will not make your government pay. Hamilton pouring out two glasses. It's going to pay. It's going to pay. Who is going to make it? Hamilton pointing. Jefferson and Monroe. You have reforms him? I have and never struck a blow. Tallerand taking up glass. I drink then to Alexander Hamilton, the greatest of them all. Hamilton taking up glass. That gives you an unfair advantage of the wine. If you will substitute the name of George Washington, I will drink with you. Tallerand shrugs shoulders. George Washington, yes. Hamilton holding up glass. George Washington, the first American. Both are in front of a small table. Well, I will drink anyhow. They drink and put down glasses. Hamilton, good humored. You never did appreciate the greatness of my general. Oh yes, he has a great big nose. And a great big heart and a great big soul. But the brain, it is yours. Hamilton about to interrupt. Don't let's quarrel over your general. I come to say goodbye. You leave by tonight's boat? Yes, or rather it sails in the early hours of the morning. Then you have plenty of time. Taking chair from in front of sofa and sitting right of center table. Sit down and have supper with me. Tallerand moving away to left. Oh no, no, you Americans take too much food. When you are not doing something else, you are always sitting down to supper. Well, be a good American and sit down then. Tallerand extending hand. Oh no, I come to give you one last embrace. I am in haste. I must leave you. Adieu. Giving him his hand. Hamilton still seated. Why not stop and gossip? I finished my work for tonight. But to be frank with you, I have to make my adieu to some ladies. Hamilton rising. Oh. Ha ha, you American girls. I find them almost more irresistible than the French. Enter Ezekiel upright with bottle of wine and two wine glasses on tray. Puts them on center table. And they're not so far away, eh? Digs him in the ribs. Hamilton, you have finished your work for tonight. Why not come with me? If one is working all the day, is it not right that one should play at night? Comes over to Hamilton. A little spree, hm? Hamilton smiling. Why, what do you call a little spree? Ezekiel is back a small table and can be seen smiling approvingly. Tallerand shrugs. Oh, a little spree. You are so good, Hamilton, and I love you for it, but I see the boy leap into your eyes when I say a little spree. He puts hands on Hamilton's shoulders. Ezekiel upright at the back. Hamilton laughing and moving away to right. Do you? Why, Joe, I believe I deserve it. Oh, we are all of us human, except General Washington. Hamilton protesting. Tallerand. A little spree will do you good. Going quickly back of Sofa and getting hat and gloves. Hamilton crossing to Table Center and picks up Betsy's letter. No, I think not. I think I'll stay at home. Yes, I know Mrs. Hamilton is charming. She'll adore, but she is away. She is away so long. Hamilton coming to Tallerand and pulling himself together. No, no, no. I cannot tempt you. I'm afraid you might. That's why I say goodbye. Take his hand. Sail home as fast as a fair wind will carry you. Your genius is universal, but your morals are indigenous to Paris. Godspeed. They go up. Hamilton opens room door. Ezekiel opens street door. Tallerand turning at room door. Hamilton is on his left. Au revoir, dear friend. When I am in France and I think of America, one big figure will come before my eyes. Alexander Hamilton. It's a man who makes the fortune of a nation in order to get a living for his family. Au revoir. Exit Tallerand. Hamilton waving to him. Au revoir. Bon voyage. Comes into the room. The door is Ezekiel. Ezekiel bolts and chains street door, then enters room, closing room door. Hamilton walks to his table and picks up Bill. Victory. Well now, we'll go to bed, uncle. Sitting at table left and putting away papers. Ezekiel at room door. For the loud sakes, Marcel Cunnell, ain't you going to eat no supper? Hamilton, remembering, shuts drawer and comes to behind table center. Supper? Yes. Ezekiel coming down to right corner of table center. That's about the full supper I brought in this night and you ain't going to eat it. I'm going to eat all that supper and I'm going to finish this bottle of wine. Picking up to canter. Don't you drink it on empty stomach, it'll go straight to your head. And there's another bottle, ain't been touched and a corkscrew, a line close long side. Ezekiel, there's conspiracy amongst you to lead me into temptation. Goes up to Esquiteer in left corner, sits and is putting away papers. You go to bed. Yes, Marcel Hamilton. Yes, sir. Goes up to bookcase, center at back and picking up an extinguisher. Begins to put out the four lighted candles. Lights go down. Ezekiel giggles audibly two or three times. What is it, Ezekiel? What's the matter? Ezekiel giggling. Excuse me, Marcel Hamilton, but I just couldn't help hear what Colonel Count Telleran say to you about going on a little spree. Ah, you mustn't be shocked, uncle. He didn't mean it. Coming down to table left, sitting and putting papers away in drawers. Oh, no, I ain't shocked. I think him right, Marcel Hamilton. Quite right. What? Ezekiel working to door upright at back. You all been sticking too close to work. Little spree do your side of good. Uncle, if I've been a workin' night and day, same as you've been a doin', reckon I like a little spree myself. Open the door right. Why, you black rascal, it's your age. Walter, that am the only thing that'd prevent it, Marcel Colonel. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Hamilton laughing and going quickly towards door right, shouts. Ha ha ha, get off to bed. Ezekiel exits right, laughing, closes door. Hamilton laughs, walks over to table center, sits, looks at food, feels loneliness, feels heat, rises, opens window left on the balcony. takes out handkerchief and wipes brow. Returning to center table, he chuggles at bill on table left as he passes. Sits down behind center table and is pouring out a glass of wine, when there is a faint knocking at outer door, which he hardly hears and attaches no importance to. He is about to drink the wine when the knocking is repeated louder. He puts down the glass and opens room door and listens. It comes again. He goes out and unbolts street door and opens it. Enter Mrs. Reynolds outside. Is this Mr. Alexander Hamilton's house? Yes, this is Mr. Hamilton's house. Is he at home? Yes, he is at home. What do you want? I want to see him. Want to do tomorrow? Oh no, I must see him tonight. Come in. Enter Mrs. Reynolds. He closes street door, but not room door. Mrs. Reynolds wears a short white muslin dress, filmy and simple. It is short-waisted and cut low. Over this a straight blue cape with a little hood on back. Her hair is a ringlet. She looks like a sweet little school girl. Her slippers are black with white stockings and black ribbons crossed over ankle. She comes to center above table, taking in the room with a glance. Hamilton follows and is on her right. May I see him? I am Mr. Hamilton. Mrs. Reynolds, wide-eyed. Oh, are you Alexander Hamilton? I thought he was quite old. Why, you're young, aren't you? Hamilton, smiling. Not very young. Why, you are. You look quite boyish. It's very late, isn't it? It is rather late for business hours. Were you just going to bed? I think I was. Oh, then I ought not to have disturbed you. When I got to your door, I thought perhaps it might be too late. That's why I knocked with my knuckles, instead of with the knocker. Looking at her fingers and half holding them out, but withdrawing them when he shows no particular interest. Yes, I wondered why you did that. Mrs. Reynolds, smiling sweetly. Yes, it hurt them, too. It was mighty nice of you to let me in. Hamilton, smiling. What do you want? I hardly like to tell you. Moving down a step. Hamilton, a little nonplussed. What's your name? Reynolds, my name is. Reynolds? Yes, I'm related to the Livingstons of New York State. Hamilton, warmly. Oh! Yes, I've so often heard of you from the Livingstons. Hamilton, shaking hands with her. Yes, the Livingstons are very old friends of mine. Won't you sit down? Indicates chair right of centre table. She sits demurely, but with a so-far-so-good look in her eye. He seats himself on the end of the sofa, facing her. Well, now, what can I do for you? I want money. Hamilton, astonished. Money? But why did you come to me? Mrs. Reynolds, innocently. Why, I'm an American. I'm in need of money. I thought at the place of the Secretary of the Treasury of my own country to help me. Hamilton, turning away for a moment, amused. But my child, I have no money. Why don't you go to Robert Livingston? He's in Philadelphia now. Mrs. Reynolds, with a quick look away. Oh, is he? But my people are the Henry Livingstons. Oh! Mrs. Reynolds, quickly. My father was in the commissary department during the war. Was he? Yes. Mr. Lewis, his name was. Now, what do you want this money for? I want to run away. To run away? From whom? My husband. Your husband? Why, you're a child. I'm 26. I don't look it, do I? Oh, he's been nothing to me for a long time. But, tonight, he came to my lodging where I've been living. And he struck me. Here. Touching her breast. I thought, if you could give me the money, that tomorrow I'd go to New York. And tonight? Oh, I can go back to my lodgings. With a Madonna-like simplicity. He won't come there again tonight. Hamilton, leaning forward. What did you say your name was? Mrs. Reynolds. A Maria is my first name. At home, I was always called Joy. Joy? Yes, Joy. But I haven't had much joy since I married. Oh, but I want it. I want joy and happiness. Hamilton, after a pause. Rising and moving to right. And not quite knowing what to say to her. She glances at him quickly as he does so. Things will look brighter tomorrow. Bending over her. Mrs. Reynolds, despondently. No. I've waited for years for things to be brighter tomorrow. I fear you are very tired. I am. With a side glance at the things on the table. I've had nothing since morning. Haven't you? Suddenly remembering. Why, neither have I. Coming down right a step or two. Nothing to eat since morning. Rising. Oh, you poor boy. Putting her arms on his, and then going quickly to back of center table. Oh, why? You've got all sorts of things here. And wine. Will you have a glass of wine? Mrs. Reynolds, left of table and above it. Oh, yes, I love wine. He gives it to her, laughing. She drinks. Oh, I don't think I should have had it. I've had nothing to eat. In that case, I believe it goes straight to the head. They laugh. Mrs. Reynolds, putting down glass. Aren't you going to have one? Yes, I'm going to have one. Here's wishing that joy may come back into your life. Drinks the glass he had already filled when the knot came. Mrs. Reynolds watches him and comes down a little in front of table. Do you know what it is to be lonely? Hamilton at right corner of table. I do. I've been very lonely sometimes. Mrs. Reynolds going to him. I believe you're lonely now. I believe I am. Two lonely people. Alone. Have you nobody here to talk to? Nobody. But you. Recovering. And that is why I'm going to send you away. But first, you must have some food. Moving to back of center table. Mrs. Reynolds, gently. Oh, no. Not if you're afraid of my staying. I see you think it isn't right. Backing away a little towards left. I think it's better not. But you must have some food. Mrs. Reynolds, passing her hand over her brow. No, no, thank you. I will go. Moving over to right of him. Hamilton, coming down a step. But I can't let you go like this. No, I see I was wrong. I had no right to ask you for money. But I don't like to. No, thank you. I'll go. I... She reels slightly, falling into his arms. Hamilton, catching her. What's the matter? Mrs. Reynolds, recovering, dazed. I don't know what's come over me. I feel so hot and funny. Well... Looks for a place to seat her. Sit here. Sits her on sofa. Mrs. Reynolds, looking up at him. It must have been the wine. They laugh. Hamilton, having one knee on sofa. Steps over sofa and comes behind her. Arranges pillows at head of ditto. Rest here a moment. Mrs. Reynolds, reclining and feeling her face. I feel my face. How it's burning. Takes his left hand and puts it on her left cheek. Using her right hand to do so. I'll get you some water. As he goes, she watches him and takes cloak from her shoulders with a quick movement, which shows the audience she is acting. He goes to left upper end of table left and fills a glass of water from a decanter and brings it over to her. She looks up at him very appealingly and then slowly takes the glass in her right hand and sips. It's wonderful to be with someone who is kind to me. Passing the glass into her left hand and giving it to him. He takes it in his right hand. Are you feeling better? Bending over her. Mrs. Reynolds, subtly getting her fingers into his right hand. He takes the glass in his left. Yes, yes. Let me stay. Just a moment. She holds his hand very unconsciously and rests a moment with eyes closed. Now I'll go. Hamilton, bending low over her, recovers himself with an effort. I'll call my old knee-growth servants. You shall take you home. Puts glass on center table. Mrs. Reynolds, rising quickly and gathering cloak around her. Oh, no, no! What would he think? No, I'll go. Thank you. But I can't let you. Mrs. Reynolds, slightly reels. I'll see you to your door. Takes his hat and cloak from corner of bookcase up center at back. Puts cloak on. Mrs. Reynolds, with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. Will you? Oh, but Mr. Hamilton, I couldn't dream of taking you out at this hour. It's so late. Moves up, left to sofa. Hamilton, coming down to her. That's why I can't let you go alone. Feels her thin cloak. But I'm afraid you'll be chilly in the night air. Putting his hat on and taking a second cloak from chair right of bookcase center at back. Here, put this around you. Puts it around her. Mrs. Reynolds, cuddling into it. They bump slightly and both laugh. Is it one of yours? Yes. I'm very big for you. Stands left of her. It's very cozy. Now. May I take your arm? Takes his right arm with her left. Why, you're feeling much better. Oh, yes. I think you had better have another glass of wine. Oh, no, thank you. Just take me home. It's so wonderful to be taken home by Alexander Hamilton. They go up toward street door upright. Hamilton is seen arranging the cloak at her head and opening the street door. They exit laughing as the curtain falls. End of act two.