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HAMILTON

Schuyler.
That's just where they do want it. They want the Capital of the United States in the South. My God!

Hamilton.
But—excuse me.

Schuyler.
[Fuming.] My God!

Hamilton.
Is that the end of your prayer, or the beginning, father?

Schuyler.
The South!

Hamilton.
Well, why not?

Schuyler.
Do you mean to say you'd let the Capital of the United States go to the South?

Hamilton.
Where do you think it should be?

Schuyler.
Where should it be? Why Albany, of course!

Hamilton.
[Jumping out of his chair and over to r., laughing heartily.] Oh, your home town.

Schuyler.
The finest city on God's earth!