ACT 1, SCENE 1
Lin-Manuel Miranda is sitting at his Casio. Asleep. George Washington is sitting in a chair. A Black woman, Venus, is sitting on his lap. Heâs reading from a letter.
Washington: (To Venus.) Itâs not my fault that he found her lazy. As for the man, I told Simpson that he suffered from infirmities. He should have asked more questions. I wonât have him write a letter to me like this. Doesnât he know who I am? George Washington, commander of the Continental Army.
Alexander Hamilton enters.
Washington: (To Venus.) Scoot. (Venus exits.) Aide-De-Camp, Alexander Hamilton. I was just reading this letter from a guy who asked me to lease a couple of my slaves to him. The nerve of this guy. He blames me for sending him flawed products. Wants a refund. They were good for nothing at the house and so I sent them to work for this fellow Simpson. Well, (Washington laughs) he is complaining about the two. Says that theyâre (mimics) inefficient in hauling trees. Well the one fellow, London, (Washington laughs) had his toes cut off and canât walk. Simpson told me to send him a couple of slaves. He didnât ask about their condition.
Hamilton: As I always say. There is no difference between cows, horses and slaves, General. They are all personal property of their owners as far as Iâm concerned.
Washington: You got that right. But some of them are rogues. Theyâll steal you out of your fortune. Thereâs one of them, who is always stealing corn and running away. If I catch the runaways, I have the Overseer whip them to keep them in line. As for those whom I find with the British, I turn them over to their masters.
Hamilton: The British are encouraging slaves to run away from their owners. This Lord Dunmore is promising them freedom if they make it to British lines. Trying to get them to join their side. And Sir Henry Clinton also promised them freedom with his Philipsburg Proclamation. If they become free, they wonât want to return to their owners.
Washington: Good thinking, Hamilton. Iâve had my eye on you.
Hamilton: Iâm flattered, General.
Washington: Youâre like the son I never had.
Hamilton: Thank you, Sir.
Washington: But Hamilton, you gotta make some money. Get some land. Then people will admire you.
Hamilton: How do I do that General given my poor immigrant origins and the way I have reached this status even though deprived of a mother at an early age, and becoming an orphan, working my way up, teaching myself, imbibing the wise consul of Elders like you? I came to America, where the promise of freedom beckoned, where we have the holy task of overthrowing the tyranny of King George III. He is opposed to freedom, which is every manâs right.
Washington: Thatâs a lot of horse hockey, Hamilton. Your mother was a slave owner. She owned four slaves. And when she died, she left you a slave. Ajax. You got a human being. A step-and-fetch-it. But you lost the slave when your motherâs ex came and claimed him. You also worked for a slave trading firm called Beekman and Cruger in St. Croix. Your job was to report the arrival and condition of slaves and to also prepare slaves for auction like you prepare dogs for a show. Youâve been up to your blue eyes in the slave trade from the time you were a child, yet youâre always getting on me and Tom about our slaves, whom we treat as if they were members of the family. So, get off your high horse.
Hamilton: How did you find out about my background?
Washington: Never mind. And cut out the crap about our goals.
Hamilton: I donât follow, Sir.
Washington: All of this beacon of hope B.S. The reason that we are fighting for our independence is because King George and these redcoat sons of bitches not only want to confiscate ourâa servantsâ, but the King issued that goddamn Proclamation of 1763. This tyrant wants to declare all land west of Appalachia Indian land. Iâll tell you how I handle Indians. My family has been fighting these vicious savages ever since we landed here, starting with my great grandfather, John Washington. How do I deal with this so called Six Nations of Indians? I ordered the total destruction and devastation of their settlements, and the capture of as many prisoners of every age and sex as possible. I ordered that their crops be ruinedâboth their crops then in the ground and to prevent their planting more. My troops lay waste to all the settlements around, with instructions to do it in the most effectual manner, that their country may not be merely overrun, but destroyed. Among the Indians I have inherited the name given by the Iroquois to my great-grandfather, John Washington: Conotocaurius, which means Town Destroyer. And this royal ass wants to let these savages keep their lands? These animals mess with me and Iâll give them a fire and fury that they will never forget.
Hamilton: King George must be mad.
Washington: I have heard such. Heâs even armed our slaves. Hell, do you think that Jefferson, Madison, Jay and I can manage these vast estates by ourselves?
Hamilton: Slaves are valuable property.
Washington: Precisely. Now you got it. Youâre a quick study. But Hamilton. You need to improve your finances. Youâre a good-looking guy. You donât want to serve as a soldier for the rest of your life. You might get your ass blown away and the pay is bad. And even if you became a lawyer, you could end up broke. Everybody in the colonies is a lawyer. Youâre not going to get rich the way youâre going.
Hamilton: What do you recommend?
Washington: Well, first Iâm going to give you a book that helped me.
Hands Hamilton a book.
Hamilton: What is it?
Washington: Itâs a comportment book. Teaches how you should behave in high society. Now read those passages that I have underlined.
Hamilton: (Reads as Washington nods in approval at each point.) âWhen in Company, put not your Hands to any Part of the Body, not usually Discovered; Spit not in the Fire, especially if there be meat before it. Kill no Vermin as Fleas, lice, ticks in the Sight of Others, and if you See any filth or thick Spittle put your foot Dexterously upon it.â Very sagacious advice, General.
Washington: Next, marry a rich woman. I was broke until I married Martha. Got a lot of land and slaves. 48,000 acres and growing.
Hamilton: A rich woman? But General, how do youâI mean, you knowâMarthaâŠ
Washington: You mean love making? You think that I sleep with that old biddy?
Hamilton: WellâIâŠ
Washington: Marry one of General Schuylerâs girls. Eliza. He brings her around to the camp. The guy is rolling in dough. Got that estate on the Hudson. You can have some ladies on the side. I hear that her sister Angelica is frisky, and her sister Eliza is very modern if you catch my drift. Party girls. Thomas Jefferson hit on Angelica, who is married to a dull fat bug who spends all of his time at the adding machine. But I donât think that she fell for Tomâs flirtations. The guy is a popinjay. Dresses up like a Frenchman. Puts on airs. When he came to visit Mount Vernon, Martha said that it was the worst day of her life. You canât get through a sentence without the guy correcting your pronunciation. A real pain in the derriere. Heâd probably correct my pronunciation of that word. And then the bastard got on us about the way we held our dining utensils. Says we should observe the French way of dining.
Hamilton: General. You have given me some good advice. Iâm going to invite the Schuyler girl to have tea with me. General may I ask you a question?
Washington: Shootâ
Hamilton: That slave girl who was sitting on your lap.
Washington: Her name is Venus. Yeah. What about her?
Hamilton: Sheâ
Washington: She is my erâsleeping partner. All of us have one or two of those. (Longingly, in a near trance.) She puts those lissome ebony arms around me and rocks me till I go to sleep. Iâm good to my slaves. See these teeth? (Shows his teeth.) These are my slavesâ teeth. They admire me so much that they gave me their teeth. Such devotion is rare. You coming to the dance tonight?
Hamilton: What dance, General?
Washington: We get the Indians drunk and make them dance. They have a dance that goes like this. (Demonstrates.) They clear a large circle and make a great fire in the middle. Then seat themselves around it. . . the best dancer jumps up as one awakened out of a sleep and runs and jumps about the ring in a most comical manner. He is followed by the rest. Then their musicians begin to play. All the while we keep refilling their drinks until some of them start falling over each other and getting into fights. The music is made by a pot half full of water with a deerskin stretched over it as tight as it can, a...