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
