Zekiel.
Mebbe I'd jes' bettah fetch a little in a feedin' bottle, Gen'l, yah, yah!
Schuyler.
When Zekiel lied to me this morning and said you were out, I went round to the Exchange Coffee House.
Hamilton.
To get a milk punch?
Schuyler.
To look for you! I saw several of the rats there, and I'm convinced they're hatching something for you.
Hamilton.
I always associate hatching with chickens, but I dare say rats do it. Well?
Schuyler.
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; nettled.] What about it!
Hamilton.
I mean where do they want the Capital? In Jefferson's parlor, I suppose.
