(pause)
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 picks up a worn copy of The Federalist Papers.) (pause) I never held a pistol in anger
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?” hamilton jr script