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HAMILTON
Zekiel.
[Taking chair from l. of bookcase at back and placing it back of table c.] Very well, Marse Hamilton, yo's in fo' to-night. Now yo' eat that thar dinnah, an' I'll bring yo' mo' to follow.
[Exit Zekiel, r., taking Schuyler's hat and cloak.
Schuyler.
Now! What have we here? Chicken.
Hamilton.
[At escritoire.] Ah!
Schuyler.
And bread and butter. Damn it, there's no pie!
Hamilton.
[Coming over.] Good heavens! No pie!
Schuyler.
[Calling.] Zekiel!
Hamilton.
I'll wager he's gone to get the pie.
Schuyler.
Well, it doesn't seem much to go building banks on.
Hamilton.
How can I build banks without pie!
Schuyler.
It's time Betsy came back. Thank God, she will be home next week.
