Chaos succeeds revolt and triumph gives way to greed and hatred and what was harmony in war becomes jealousy and faction, for the faith of the people is dead and the united colonies break asunder, each one for itself. [_Loyalists are singled out, perhaps, and stoned and jostled from the scene. Cheers become snarls. The multitude separates into small units, thirteen of them. These seem to wrangle among themselves, then, like so many socks, to turn inside out so that each menaces the other. The light over the multitude is murky. The music subsides to a low, ominous sound._ _All this time Washington has stood imperturbably upon the stair, looking grimly down with the eloquence and understanding of a great fatalism. Freedom, however, is amazed. She wrings her hands in despair. She cries out in anguish._] FREEDOM Sowing salvation, do I reap Havoc for harvest? THE CHRONICLER Upon the human tempest descends, once more, the calm of leadership. A marvelous boy emerges. The word is Hamilton’s. FREEDOM Ah! [_She watches anxiously as Hamilton steps out of the gloom and comes up into the light about herself and Washington. Hope revives in her. She reaches her arms out toward him. Light shines upon the Spokesmen._] HAMILTON The business of America’s happiness is yet to be done. (_The crowd snarls more loudly than ever._) There is something noble and magnificent in the perspective of a great Federal Republic.... There is something proportionally diminutive and contemptible in the prospect of petty states with the appearance only of union. THE FIRST SPOKESMAN (_To Freedom, speaking Hamilton’s words._) Happy America, if those to whom thou hast entrusted the guardianship of thy infancy know how to provide for thy future repose! [_From the people, a mocking laugh._] THE SECOND SPOKESMAN (_Also speaking Hamilton’s words._) Miserable and undone if their negligence or ignorance permits the spirit of discord to erect her banner on the ruins of your tranquillity! [_Again the laughter of the people._ _Washington looks toward Hamilton who comes up nearer his chief. Freedom blesses him. The crowd shake their fists at him and turn away their faces. The laughter develops into a horrible jeer. Then Freedom speaks and the groups gather more closely together. But from each one of them, during her words, certain individuals detach themselves and move hesitantly until they stand about Hamilton’s feet._] FREEDOM Will you hear me, People? I understand you, People, as none other can, I serve you, People, as none other can; I tell you, here is your proving time. I bid you cast envy out from your hearts. For none will work you injustice, now, save only yourselves, And no folly will lead you astray now, but your own folly, Therefore, bestir you, People! You may not deny your leaders or your cause or me! You cannot, People, for we are your life! HAMILTON (_To Freedom._)