(beat)
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. hamilton jr script
(He looks at the portrait one last time.) (beat) I never held a pistol in anger
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. In my blood
(He picks up a worn copy of The Federalist Papers.)