HAMILTON
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Tallyrand.
Ah, your American girls! I find them almost more irresistible than the French.
[Enter Zekiel up r. with bottle of wine and two wine-glasses on tray; puts them on c. table.
Hamilton.
[Laughing.] And they're not so far away—eh?
[Digs him in the ribs.
Tallyrand.
[l. c.] Hamilton, you have finished your work for to-night. Why not come with me? If one is working all the day is it not right that one should play at night? [Coming over to Hamilton.] A little spree, eh?
Hamilton.
[Smiling.] Why—what do you call a little spree?
[Zekiel is back of small table and can be seen smiling approvingly.
Tallyrand.
[Shrugs.] Oh-h—a—leetle spree. You are so good, Hamilton, and I love you for it, but I see the boy leap into your eyes when I say little spree.
[He puts hands on Hamilton's shoulders. Exit Zekiel up r. at back.
Hamilton.
[Laughing and moving away to r.] Do you? By Jove, I believe I deserve it!
Tallyrand.
We are all of us human—except General Washington.
