text: The issue on the table: France is on the verge of war with England
  And do we provide aid and our troops to our French allies or do we stay out of it?
  Remember, my decision on this matter is not subject to congressional approval
  The only person you have to convince is me
  Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor, sir
  When we were on death’s door, when we were needy
  We made a promise, we signed a treaty
  We needed money and guns and half a chance
  Who provided those funds?
  France
  In return, they didn’t ask for land
  Only a promise that we’d lend a hand
  And stand with them if they fought against oppressors
  And revolution is messy but now is the time to stand
  Stand with our brothers as they fight against tyranny
  I know that Alexander Hamilton is here and he
  Would rather not have this debate
  I’ll remind you that he is not Secretary of State
  He knows nothing of loyalty
  Smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty
  Desperate to rise above his station
  Everything he does betrays the ideals of our nation
  Ooh!!
  Hey, and if ya don’t know, now ya know, Mr. President
  Thank you, Secretary Jefferson. Secretary Hamilton, your response
  You must be out of your Goddamn mind if you think
  The President is gonna bring the nation to the brink
  Of meddling in the middle of a military mess
  A game of chess, where France is Queen and Kingless
  We signed a treaty with a King whose head is now in a basket
  Would you like to take it out and ask it?
  “Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’ head?”
  “Uh… do whatever you want, I’m super dead.”
  Enough. Hamilton is right
  Mr. President—
  We’re too fragile to start another fight
  But sir, do we not fight for freedom?
  Sure, when the French figure out who’s gonna lead ‘em
  The people are leading—
  The people are rioting
  There’s a difference. Frankly, it’s a little disquieting you would let your ideals blind you to reality
  Hamilton
  Sir
  Draft a statement of neutrality
  Did you forget Lafayette?
  What?
  Have you an ounce of regret?
  You accumulate debt, you accumulate power
  Yet in their hour of need, you forget
  Lafayette’s a smart man, he’ll be fine
  And before he was your friend, he was mine
  If we try to fight in every revolution in the world, we never stop
  Where do we draw the line?
  So quick-witted
  Alas, I admit it
  I bet you were quite a lawyer
  My defendants got acquitted
  Yeah. Well, someone oughta remind you
  What?
  You’re nothing without Washington behind you
  Hamilton!
  Daddy’s calling!