Is that the tragedy? That the son of a shooting star Is just... a man?
(He picks up a worn copy of The Federalist Papers.) hamilton jr script
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. Is that the tragedy
A dimly lit study, 1840s. Books, a quill, a portrait of Alexander Hamilton on the wall. Character: PHILIP HAMILTON II (30s), intense, witty, haunted. PHILIP II (facing the portrait) You died before I was born — And still you’re in my room, In my blood, in the ink I waste Trying to write a sentence You didn’t already carve Into the spine of this nation. (He picks up a worn copy of The Federalist Papers
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?”
I never held a pistol in anger. I never bet the farm on a pamphlet. I paid my debts. On time. I walk into a room, And they look past me — Looking for you.