The greater the achievement of the man, the more violent his detractors. [Enter Zekiel, l., with tray containing chicken, bread and butter, jug of milk, glass, bottle of wine, wine-glass, napkin and white cloth on tray.] Now they are shouting "Dictator" and accusing him of trying to make himself king. And they know it's a lie.
Schuyler.
Of course it's a lie—that's why the politicians glory in it.
Hamilton.
You can't lead the people with a lie. The truth.
Schuyler.
Uncle Zeke, I hope you hear your master talking about the value of telling the truth. It will do you good.
Zekiel.
[Having placed tray on table c.] 'Fo' Gawd, Marse Gen'l, the only lie I evah tell is to say Marse Ham'ton's out when he's in—an' shorely that's a mighty white lie.
Schuyler.
For a gentleman of your color.
Hamilton.
Well, Zekiel, if any one calls, I'm in for to-night.
Schuyler.
Unless they want money out of the Treasury.
