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HAMILTON
Zekiel.
They ain' goin' to do nothin' to Mars' Hamilton, is dey, sah?
Schuyler.
No, no, no!
Zekiel.
[Going out.] Wal, I done wish dey wouldn't all stan' roun' waitin' for him.
[Exit, l.
Angelica.
[Up stage r. c.] I'm glad I'm not your eldest son, after all, father.
Schuyler.
What is it now, Angelica?
Angelica.
[Indicating toward inner room c.] If these are men, I'm glad I'm not one of the tribe. All waiting around to kick a man when he's down.
[Crossing in front to l. Enter Betsy door r., dressed for the street.
Schuyler.
Oh, there you are, Betsy! Going out?
[Assumed brightness.
Betsy.
[r. c.] Yes, I'm going, father. Has Alexander come down?
Schuyler.
Not yet. Where are you going?
