# Hamilton (play)/Act 4

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ACT IV
Schuyler. Where's Betsy?
Angelica. [r. of him.] Still in her room.
Schuyler. I wish Alexander would come.
Angelica. He's still locked in his study.
Schuyler. He's been writing out since early morning. Can't you get him out?
Angelica. I've tried. I told him there were people waiting to see him. He called out, "Let them wait."
Schuyler. But this room [pointing to doors up stage] is full of men—Senators, Congressmen, and heaven knows who besides. It's not like him to run away.
Angelica. He won't run away.
​Schuyler. The thing's done. He's got to face the music.
Angelica. He'll face it.
Schuyler. How does Betsy seem now?
Angelica. She's so deadly calm. I wish she'd cry or rave—be more human.
Schuyler. She's determined to go?
Angelica. Yes, I can do nothing with her.
Schuyler. [Looking at paper.] It's a bad business—a bad business.
Angelica. [r. c.] You needn't hide that paper. I'm not ashamed of it.
Schuyler. [Surprised.] You're not?
Angelica. [Coming to him.] Oh, father, isn't he wonderful?
Schuyler. Who?
Angelica. Alexander.
​Schuyler. Well—er ——
Angelica. Oh, I wish he were my husband—I should be proud of him.
Schuyler. Angelica, if you'd only been a man—if you'd been my eldest son instead of my eldest daughter, I'd have taken you by the hand and called you a fine fellow [shakes hands with her], but those are hardly the proper sentiments for a young married woman.
Angelica. If he were my husband, I'd show him how a woman can forgive.
Schuyler. But he isn't your husband, and that makes all the difference. Don't be hard on Betsy. It's easy enough for one woman to forgive another woman's husband.
Zekiel. Speakah Mullenburg an' Mistah Morris has jes' come.
Schuyler. Did you say Mr. Hamilton was engaged?
Zekiel. Yessah, but they said lack de odders dat dey'd wait, so I done showed 'em into de room wid de rest of 'em.
Angelica. Very well, Zekiel.
​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.
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.
Schuyler. Oh, there you are, Betsy! Going out?
Betsy. [r. c.] Yes, I'm going, father. Has Alexander come down?
Schuyler. Not yet. Where are you going?
​Betsy. I'm going to Albany, father, to wait for you. I'm going home.
Schuyler. Won't you stay and see him?
Betsy. Things for him will go on just as if I had not come back from Europe. That is all. He can resume that life. The coach for Albany leaves at noon.
Schuyler. [c.] You'd better see him, Betsy.
Betsy. [r. c.] I've seen the morning paper.
Angelica. [l. c.] And so have I—read every word of it—twice.
Schuyler. Well, if your sister's determined to go, you had better get your things together, Angelica, and go with her. She can't go alone.
Angelica. Why don't you go with her?
Schuyler. I can't leave Alexander at a time like this.
Angelica. Well, neither can I. Betsy's the only one who can leave him, so she must go alone.
​Schuyler. Come, come, Angelica. You mustn't talk like that.
Betsy. [Coming to Schuyler.] Don't, father. I'd much rather go alone. I can't bear to see or speak to anybody, I'm so ashamed—I can't even face you.
Angelica. [Stopping her c.] Betsy, take off that hat and stand by him. Are you going to leave that man?
Betsy. Yes.
Angelica. Good. He doesn't need you. He never needed you less. If you can't appreciate his courage and bravery, you are no fit mate for him. God knows there are few enough men who are willing to sacrifice everything for the truth. If you're going, go. Go and join those men in there who are all waiting to take a peck at him.
Schuyler. Angelica!
Angelica. I know. Alexander's done a wicked, disgraceful thing. That's what makes the difference between a human being and a white-washed saint. I'm a human being myself, and I'm going to wait here for Alexander.
Schuyler. Well?
​Zekiel. It's a lady callin', Mis' Betsy.
Betsy. [Interested.] Who is it?
Zekiel. [Lamely.] It's a—Mrs. Reynolds, ma'am.
Schuyler and Angelica. [Together; indignantly.] What?
Betsy. Tell her Mr. Hamilton is out.
Zekiel. She wants to see you, Mis' Betsy.
Angelica. [Indignant.] I never in all my life!
Schuyler. [About to go toward l.] I'll soon settle her.
Betsy. Wait a moment, father. I'll see her.
Angelica. No, no, Zekiel.
Betsy. [Firmly.] Show her in, Zekiel.
Angelica. Do you mean to say you're going to see that disgraceful woman?
​Betsy. Yes. Will you and father go away, please?
Angelica. But why? Why do you want to see her?
Betsy. I want to see what she looks like. Perhaps there's something of the human being in me, too.
Schuyler. Come on, Angelica. [Angelica crosses to r. and opens door.] I've got two daughters and your dear mother at home, but I'll be hanged if I understand the first thing about women.
Zekiel. Mrs. Reynolds.
Mrs. Reynolds. [l. c.] You're Mrs. Hamilton, aren't you? Mighty nice of you to see me.
Betsy. What do you want?
Mrs. Reynolds. Why—of course, you've seen the newspaper.
​Betsy. Yes.
Mrs. Reynolds. [With conscious pride.] Yes, it's made quite a stir, hasn't it? I came because I thought you might feel badly about it. I thought you might feel angry with him.
Betsy. With whom?
Mrs. Reynolds. Why, with Mr. Hamilton. I don't see how any one could — he's so nice, but ——
Betsy. What is it you want to say?
Mrs. Reynolds. Well, I wouldn't like you to be cross with him. You mustn't blame him because it wasn't his fault.
Betsy. Whose fault was it?
Mrs. Reynolds. Well, it was mine in the end, but at first it was Reynolds'.
Betsy. Reynolds?
Mrs. Reynolds. Yes, Reynolds arranged it because some of his friends—political gentlemen—wanted to get Mr. Hamilton talked about. And of course when I went I hadn't an idea what he was like—and when I found he was so nice, I half wished I hadn't said I'd ​do it. But I'd given my word, you see,—and then you were away, and I'd never seen you. [Coming closer to look at her.] You're pretty, too, aren't you, only in a different way from me, and older. Don't you hate to think of growing old?
Betsy. Mrs. Reynolds, have you no sense of right and wrong?
Mrs. Reynolds. Oh, yes, I know—I know when I'm doing wrong—but you see I have nobody to keep me straight.
Betsy. Do you realize that you have broken this home and ruined a man's life? Isn't the thought of that enough to keep you straight?
Mrs. Reynolds. [Turning and coming back.] Oh, you're not going to leave him! You can't do that. That's why I came, because I thought you might be cross with him.
Betsy. Have you no decency? Your name flaming in the newspaper—your shame on the lips of every man and woman in the city!
Mrs. Reynolds. Well, yes, of course it is bad in a sense, but then it's different for me to what it is for you, because it does give me a sort of a position. You see I've never had any position before, and now my name being in the paper coupled with Alexander Hamilton ——
​Betsy. [Stifled.] Oh ——
Mrs. Reynolds. It'll make Reynolds behave a good deal better to know me, I know. Mean old thing! Of course you're good, with a good husband, and you don't understand. I suppose everything depends on the way you're brought up, doesn't it? I don't mean to be wicked—I wish I wasn't!
Betsy. Good-morning, Mrs. Reynolds.
Mrs. Reynolds. [Naively.] Oh, that means I'm to go. But you won't leave him, will you?
Betsy. We have nothing more to discuss.
Mrs. Reynolds. [Coming beside her and placing hand on chair.] Mrs. Hamilton, I didn't want to come here to-day and face you. It took some courage, I can tell you. But when I saw his confession this morning, I reckoned that took some courage too. I knew you had come home and that you'd see it all in the paper, and I made up my mind that you should know it was all a planned thing. I was set on to get him, any way; but when I saw him and spoke to him and he thought I was in trouble and was so kind to me, I just fell in love with him and I didn't mean to let him go.
Betsy. How can you stand there and tell me that?
​Mrs. Reynolds. Because I don't want you to be hard on him. He's a good man—but I made up my mind that he shouldn't get away from me, so he isn't to blame, is he?
Schuyler. Alexander has left his room. I think it would be better if I let this young woman out by the side door. This way, please.
Mrs. Reynolds. [Crossing, turns to Betsy.] You won't leave him, will you?
Betsy. Please go.
Mrs. Reynolds. If you only knew more about—women, you'd forgive him.
Angelica. [Coming down to Betsy.] Did you hear what that woman said?
Betsy. Yes.
​Angelica. I think God put those words into her mouth for you to hear. [Enter Hamilton, l. He carries the Bill on which he has been working. After a moment's pause.] Alexander—Betsy —— [Hamilton puts his hand up and silences her, looking at Betsy as though to say "Let Betsy speak." Betsy avoids looking at him and goes off r., hurriedly, as though she feared she might break down. Going to him in tears.] Oh, Alexander, you've wronged her cruelly, but you stuck to the truth.
Hamilton. [Taking her hands.] It's a great price to pay— but it was the only way the only way for me. But oh, Angelica . . . I've lost Betsy.
Schuyler. [To r. c.] Alexander, you've got to see these people. There's a whole crowd waiting for you.
Hamilton. The wolves are clamoring at the door, eh? Well, they'll die of overfeeding. Who are they?
Schuyler. Jefferson, Monroe, Madison ——
Hamilton. Ha! Ha! Of course.
Schuyler. John Jay, Robert Morris, John Marshall, Robert Livingston, and others besides.
​Hamilton. My friends, too. My friends of yesterday. Well, they are right. Have you seen them?
Schuyler. Not yet. Zekiel tried to get rid of them, but they seem to be waiting with grim determination in there, and won't be moved.
Hamilton. In here? [Going toward doors at back.] Well, we'll meet them this way. [Turns at doors.] You, dear friends, have been my allies —— [They come to him on either side.] I release you and I'll stand alone—not very strong, morally or physically, but we won't lose our courage. Angelica, dear girl, you have been too good, too indulgent to me, and not fair to Betsy. [Coming down a step or two with her.] Go and give her what comfort you can. She will need it—at first.
Angelica. [Goes toward door r.] You'll stay, father?
Schuyler. [Testily, to cover his emotion.] Get out, get out! Why should I run away? I'm not a senator, thank God!
Hamilton. [With hand on door c.] Father, after this, I shall disappear. I shall probably go back to the West Indies where I was born. I will write to you. You will hear from me, but you won't see me. Here's an end to the Federalist Party, and an end to ​my ambitions. My home is in ruins, but the honor of my office has been saved.
Betsy. Alexander?
Hamilton. [Turns to her, amazed; comes down and folds her tenderly in his arms.] Betsy!
Betsy. I thought I could be proud and hard, but I can't, dear—I can't.
Hamilton. [Kissing her fervently.] My dear one! [Kisses her again. Then to Schuyler, who has come down r. of them.] Father, will you take Betsy, till this [indicating toward c. doors] is over?
Betsy. No, Alexander. Let me stand by you.
Hamilton. [Kisses her hand and she moves down r. He becomes a different man and going up he throws open the great centre doors. The room beyond is brilliantly lighted and the entire scene is lighted up. There is a murmur of conversation. The room beyond is filled with men—about a dozen or more; some are seated. Present are Marshall, Morris, ​Jay, Jefferson, Monroe, Livingston, Madison, Muhlenburg, etc.] Gentlemen, good-morning! [He bows and they bow to him.] I regret that it was necessary for me to keep you waiting, but the publication of the morning paper did not immediately relieve me of my duties as Secretary of the Treasury and I had pressing work. But now, gentlemen, I am here for your consumption.
Jefferson. Colonel Hamilton, you see before you political adherents, and political opponents—friends and foes. But I have been requested to act as spokesman, and to express ——
Hamilton. Mr. Jefferson, I know how painful must be the duty which has fallen upon you. Let me relieve you of it. I am glad you are here—both friends and foes. I know the object of your visit. You have come in advance of President Washington's orders to relieve me of my office. You are justified, and I have no excuses to offer. I am pained and ashamed at this inglorious end of my career. But at least I must still have the courage of my political opinions. Since early morning I have been working to clarify this document. It is the Bill of the Government Assumption of States' Debts without which this country has no honor. It will now be ignominiously defeated, but it is my conviction that the sense of justice of my opponents will one day ​compel its adoption, and so, Mr. Jefferson, I deliver it into your hands, sir, for safe keeping.
Jefferson. [Without taking document.] Alexander Hamilton, you have mistaken our mission. I have been asked to tell you that every man in this room—every man in the Cabinet, every man in the Senate—is anxious to take you by the hand.
Monroe. [Coming forward and taking his hand.] Their admiration for your courage has overwhelmed their knowledge of your indiscretion. You need have no fear for your Bill now, Colonel Hamilton; your action will swing the whole country. I trust I know how to appreciate courage and how to acknowledge defeat.
Jay. Here is Colonel Lear.
Hamilton. Colonel Lear. You come from President Washington?
Lear. [Saluting.] Colonel Hamilton, I have the honor to announce that President Washington has left the executive mansion and is now on his way here to express to you in person the high opinion he holds of your integrity.
​Jefferson. Citizen Hamilton, our political opinions may differ in the future as in the past, but my impression of your conduct in this matter will remain glowing and unchangeable. It is the bravest thing a man ever did. Your vindication of the honor of the Secretary of the Treasury, the servant of the Nation, at the expense of the honor of Alexander Hamilton, the man, is a display of personal courage that will rouse the admiration of the world. Citizen Hamilton, I am proud to take your hand.
Hamilton. Mr. Jefferson, Mr. Monroe, gentlemen. I am deeply moved by the expression of your sentiment toward me, but your decision to support this bill has stirred within me a still deeper feeling. By that decision you have established the credit and the honor of the United States. You have opened the flood-gates of prosperity, a prosperity that will reach far beyond our present vision, a prosperity that will one day make America the market of the world. This is what I have striven for, and so, gentlemen, I tender you my felicitations and my thanks.
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