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Hamilton.
[c.] Yes, we have a Treasury, but we haven't any treasure. How's the gout?
Schuyler.
How do I find Colonel Hamilton? That's what I want to know.
Hamilton.
I'm perfectly well—[puts his hand across his eyes] but I believe I'm tired.
[Crossing down l.
Zekiel.
[Advancing to r. c. from behind sofa.] He ain' had no victals sence mawnin', Gen'l.
Hamilton.
Ah, perhaps that's it. I believe I'm hungry.
Schuyler.
[Turning angrily to Zekiel.] Didn't Mrs. Hamilton charge you before she went away to see that the Colonel ate his meals regularly?
[Hamilton, laughing, passes up between Schuyler and table, giving Schuyler an affectionate shake as he passes, then puts away papers.
Zekiel.
Yes, sah, Mis' Betsy she charge me, but 'fo' Gawd, Marse Schuylah, I cain' get him to eat scarcely a mouf'ful.
Schuyler.
So that's the way you look after your master, is it?
