They call me “Junior” like a joke — Like a sequel nobody asked for. “Here comes the Hamilton boy — Does he duel? Does he rage? Can he spit a federalist paper Fast as the old man on the page?”
(pause)
(He picks up a worn copy of The Federalist Papers.) hamilton jr script
(beat)
(sits down, exhausted)
You wrote this at my age. You were already a ghost in waiting — A hurricane in a waistcoat. Me? I’m a clerk. A decent man. A father who stays. They call me “Junior” like a joke —