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Act 1, Scene 3

Lady Hamilton approached the Nurse, Angelica, hastily. She had been looking around for her son. “Nurse, where’s my son? Call him forth to me.” She asked. Angelica sighed. “I swear to you by my virginity at age twelve, I already told him to come. Come on! Where is he? What is he doing? What, Alexander!” She called as Alexander began running into the room. “How now, who calls?” He asked, out of breath from running across the house. Angelica crossed her arms. “Your mother.”

“Madam, I am here! What is your wish?” He asked, looking up at Lady Hamilton. She smiled at Alex. “This is the matter.—Nurse, give leave awhile, We must talk in secret.—Nurse, come back again. I have remembered me. Thou’s hear our counsel. Thou know’st my son is of a pretty age.” She said. Angelica nodded. “Ay, I can tell his name into an hour.” Angelica smiled.

“He’s not yet fourteen.”

“I’d bet fourteen of my own teeth—but, I’m sorry to say, I only have four teeth—he’s not fourteen. How long is it until Lammastide?”

“Two weeks and a few odd days.”

“Whether it’s even or odd, of all the days in the year, on the night of Lammas Eve, he’ll be fourteen. He and Susan—God rest him and all Christian souls—were born on the same day. Well, Susan died and is with God. She was too good for me. But like I said, on the night of Lammas Eve, he will be fourteen. Yes, he will. Indeed, I remember it well. It’s been eleven years since the earthquake. He stopped nursing from my breast on that very day. I’ll never forget it. I had put bitter wormwood on my breast as I was sitting in the sun, under the wall of the dovehouse. You and your husband were in Mantua. Boy, do I have some memory! But like I said, when he tasted the bitter wormwood on my nipple, the pretty little babe got irritated and started to quarrel with my breast. Then the dovehouse shook with the earthquake. There was no need to tell me to get out of there. That was eleven years ago. By then he could stand up all by hisself. No, I swear, by that time he could run and waddle all around. I remember because he had cut his forehead just the day before. My husband—God rest his soul, he was a happy man—picked up the child. “Oh,” he said, “Did you fall on your face? You’ll fall backward when you grow smarter. Won’t you, Alex.” And I swear, the poor handsome thing stopped crying and said, “ay.” Oh, to watch a joke come true! I bet if I live a thousand years, I’ll never forget it. “Won’t you, Alex,” he said. And the pretty fool stopped crying and said, ‘Ay.’”

“Enough of this. I pray thee, hold thy peace.” Lady Hamilton sighed.

Angelica giggled. “Yes ,madam. But I can’t help laughing to think that the baby stopped crying and said, “Ay.” I swear, he had a bump on his forehead as big as a rooster’s testicle. It was a painful bruise, and he was crying bitterly. “Yes,” said my husband, “Did you fall on your face? You’ll fall backward when you grow up, won’t you, Alex?” And he stopped crying and said, “Ay.””

“Now you stop too, Nurse, please.” Alexander blushed slightly and sighed. Angelica giggled. “Peace. I’m done talking. May God choose you to receive his grace. You were the prettiest baby I ever nursed. If I live to see you get married someday, all my wishes will come true.”

“Well, marriage is exactly what we have to discuss. Tell me, my son Alexander, what is your attitude about getting married?” Lady Hamilton asked. Alexander shrugged. “It is an honor I dream not of.” He said. Angelica chuckled. “An honor? If I weren’t your only nurse, I’d say you had sucked wisdom from the breast that fed you.” She laughed. Lady Hamilton ignored her. “Well, start thinking about marriage now. Here in Virginia there are boys younger than you—boys from noble families—who have already become fathers. By my count, I was already your mother at just about your age, while you remain a virgin. Well then, I’ll say this quickly: the valiant Lafayette wants you as his groom.” She smiled.

“What a man, young Alexander! He’s as great a man as any in the whole world. He’s as perfect as if he were sculpted from wax.” Angelica said, swooning. Lady Hamilton nodded. “Virginia’s summer hath not such a flower.”

Lady Hamilton looked at Alexander. “What do you say? Can you love this gentleman? Tonight you’ll see him at our feast. Study Lafayette’s face and find pleasure in his beauty. Examine every line of his features and see how they work together to make him handsome. If you are confused, just look into his eyes. This man is single, and he lacks only a groom to make him perfect and complete. As is right, fish live in the sea, and it’s wrong for a beauty like you to hide from a handsome man like him. Many people think he’s handsome, and whoever becomes his groom or bride will be just as admired. You would share all that he possesses, and by having him, you would lose nothing.” She said.

“Give us a quick answer. Can you accept Lafayette’s love?” The mother asked, looking at her son. Alexander considered it. “I’ll look at him and try to like him, at least if what I see is likable. But I won’t let myself fall for him any more than your permission allows.” He said, looking up at his mother just as their servant came in.

“Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, Alexander asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait. I beseech you, follow straight after me.” Peter said. Lady Hamilton nodded. “We’ll follow you. Alexander, the count is waiting for you.” She said, ushering him out. “Go, boy, seek happy nights to happy days!” Angelica called after him.

They exit

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Act 1, scene 2

“But Jefferson has sworn an oath just like I have, and he’s under the same penalty. I don’t think it will be hard for men as old as we are to keep the peace.” Old Hamilton said to Lafayette. Lafayette went to the Hamiltons’ house, asking for Alexander’s hand on marriage, which had veered to Hamilton talking about the Prince’s orders.

Lafayette smiled politely, though he was getting slightly impatient with the other man. “Of honorable reckoning are you both. And pity ’tis you lived at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?” He asked, looking up at Hamilton. He cleared his throat. “I can only repeat what I’ve said before. My son is still very young. He’s not even fourteen years old. Let’s wait two more summers before we start thinking he’s ready to get married.” He said to the count. Lafayette was not one to give up so easily, so he pushed Hamilton further. “Boys younger than he often marry and become happy fathers, with happy mothers who are just as young.” He said.

Hamilton sighed. “Boys who marry so young grow up too soon. But go ahead and charm him, gentle Lafayette; make him love you. My permission is only part of his decision. If he agrees to marry you, my blessing and fair words will confirm his choice. Tonight I’m having a feast that we’ve celebrated for many years. I’ve invited many of my closest friends, and I’d like to welcome you and add you to the guest list. At my humble house tonight, you can expect to see dazzling stars that walk on the ground and light the sky from below.” He assured Lafayette, giving him a gentle smile. “Thy shall be delighted by young women and men as fresh as spring flowers. Look at anyone you like, and choose whatever man or woman seems best to thee. Once you see a lot of them, you might not think my son is not the best anymore. Come along with me.” He said, standing up.

Hamilton turned to his servant, Peter. “Go, little fellow, walk all around Virginia. Find the people on this list and tell them they’re welcome at my house tonight.” He said as he and Lafayette left the room.

Peter looked at the paper he was given. “Find them out whose names are written here? It is written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil and the painter with his nets. But I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned in good time!” He said to himself. He had never been taught to read, how was he to know who was and wasn’t on this paper?

Aaron and Thomas had just been walking by, conversing. “Tut, man. You can put out one fire by starting another. A new pain will make the one you already have seem less. If you make yourself dizzy, you can cure yourself by spinning back around in the opposite direction. A new grief will put the old one out of your mind. Make yourself lovesick by gazing at some new girl, and your old lovesickness will be cured.” Aaron told him. Thomas looked at him. “Why, your plantain leaf is excellent for that.” He said. Aaron raised an eyebrow. “For what, I pray thee?” Aaron asked. Thomas chuckled dryly. “For your broken shin.” He said. Aaron rolled his eyes. “What? Thomas, art thou mad?” He asked, looking at him. Thomas sighed. “I’m not crazy, but I’m tied up tighter than a mental patient in a straitjacket. I’m locked up in a prison and deprived of food. I’m whipped and tortured—“ Thomas stopped as he saw Peter. “Good e’en, good fellow.” He said politely to the servant.

Peter bowed to the men. “May God give you a good evening. Excuse me, sir, do you know how to read?” He asked Thomas. The latter hummed. “I can read my own fortune in my misery.” He said solemnly. Peter stammered slightly. “P-Perhaps you’ve learned from life and not from books. But, I pray, can you read anything you see?” He asked, looking at both of them. “Ay, if I know the letters and the language.” Thomas joked. Peter sighed and nodded. “Ye say honestly, then. Good morrow, rest you marry.” He said, going to turn around and leave. He was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. “Stay, fellow, I can read.” Thomas chuckled.

“‘Seigneur Martino and his wife and daughters;

County Anselme and his beauteous sisters;

The lady widow of Vitruvio;

Seigneur Placentio and his lovely nieces;

James and his brother Valentine;

Mine uncle Hamilton, his wife, his son, and his daughters;

My fair niece Martha and Livia;

Seigneur Valentio and his cousin John;

Lucio and the lively Helena.’

A fair assembly. Whither should they come?” Thomas asked.

“Up.”

“Whither? To supper?”

“To our house.”

“Whose house?”

“My master’s”

“Indeed, I should have asked thee that before.” Thomas said, smiling. Peter managed to smile back. “Now I’ll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Hamilton, and if you be not of the house of Jefferson’s, I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry!” He said, bowing and leaving.

Aaron turned to Thomas. “The beautiful Martha whom you love so much will be at Hamilton’s traditional feast, along with every beautiful woman in Virginia. Go there and compare her objectively to some other girls I’ll show you. The woman who you think is as beautiful as a swan is going to look as ugly as a crow to you.” He said, chuckling. Thomas pouted. “If my eyes ever lie to me like that, let my tears turn into flames and burn them for being such obvious liars! A woman more beautiful than the one I love? The sun itself has never seen anyone as beautiful since the world began.” He huffed. Aaron rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Come on, you first decided she was beautiful when no one else was around. There was no one to compare her to except herself. But let your eyes compare her to another beautiful woman who I’ll show you at this feast, and you won’t think she’s the best anymore.”

“I’ll go with you. Not because I think you’ll show me anything better, but so I can see the woman I love.” Thomas said, giving into Aaron’s request.

They exit.

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Can we draw art for your AU?

Please, please, PLEASE! I reaallly need references for clothes when I end up drawing art! The outfit I like the most will be used, lmao

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I really like your writing!

Thank you! I don’t know how often these will update, so sorry about that, lmao. I don’t really have an upload schedule, but I’ll try to fill in the blanks with art. Please send your ideas for their outfits. I don’t really have a certain outfit for them!

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Cool AU!

Thank you very much!

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Will you have any additions to his AU?

I will! I’ll write some smut and side fics either when it’s done, or during the story (most likely during because I won’t be able to stop myself, lmao)

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Act 1, scene 1

Sampson and Gregory, servants of the house of Hamilton, made way down the road, holding swords and shields. “Gregory, o’ my word, we’ll not carry coals.” Sampson said, huffing after the fact. Gregory chuckled. “No, for then we should be colliers.” He said, earning an eye roll from the other male. He looked to the side. “What I mean is, if they make us angry,we shall pull out our swords.” Sampson explained, looking at Gregory. The man chuckled. “Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of collar. Maybe you should work on pulling yourself out of trouble, Sampson.” He chided, nudging him with his elbow.

“I strike quickly, being moved.”

“Yet it’s hard to make you angry.”

“A dog of the house of Jefferson moves me.”

“Moves you enough to run away. You won’t stand and fight.” Gregory heckled jokingly. Sampson shoved him lightly. “A dog of that house shall move me to stand. I will take the wall of any man or maid of Jefferson’s.” Gregory laughed and gained his balance. “That means you’re the weak one, because weaklings get pushed up against the wall.” He teased. Sampson chuckled. “'Tis true, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall. Therefore I will push Jefferson’s men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall!” He said triumphantly. Gregory rolled his eyes.

“This quarrel is between our masters, and we men who work for them.” Gregory reminded him. “Not the maids.” Sampson laughed, resting his arm on Gregory’s shoulder. “'Tis all one. I will show myself a tyrant. When I have fought with the men, I will be civil with the maids. I will cut off their heads.”

“The heads of the maids?”

“Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads. Take it in what sense thou wilt.”

“They must take it in sense that feel it.”

“Me they shall feel while I am able to stand, and

’tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not a piece of fish. You’re dried and shriveled like salted fish.” Gregory said, just as Abraham and the Jeffersons servant entered. “Draw thy sword, these two are from the house of Jefferson!” He said, unsheathing his sword. “My sword is out! Quarrel, and I will back thee!” Sampson exclaimed in a ready stance. “How? By turning thy back and running?” Gregory asked.

“Fear me not.”

“No, really. I fear for thee.” Gregory said, looking at Sampson worriedly. “Let us not break the law by fighting thee. Let them start it first.” He brushed the other off, making Gregory uncomfortably nervous. “I’ll frown at them as they pass by. Let them take it however they please.” Gregory said, resigning at backing him up. Sampson rolled his eyes. “You mean however they dare. I’ll bite my thumb at them. That’s an insult, and if they let me get away with it they’ll be dishonored.” Sampson said. Before Gregory could stop him or say anything, the other man turned to the two Jeffersons and bit his thumb.

“Do you bit your thumb at us, sir?” Abram asked, glaring at the two Hamiltons. “I do bite my thumb, sir.” Sampson said. Abram cleared his throat. “Again, do you bite your thumb at us, sir?” He repeated louder. Sampson looked at Gregory and whispered. “Is the law on our side if I say ‘ay’?” He asked. Gregory shook his head. “No.” Gregory responded. Sampson nodded and stood up straight. “No, sir. I do bite my thumb, but not at you, sir.” Sampson told them. Gregory chimed in. “Do you quarrel sir?” He asked.

Abram raised an eyebrow. “Quarrel? No, sir.” He responded. Sampson chuckled. “If you want to fight, I’m your man. My employer is as good as yours.” He said. “No better than mine.” Abram said amusedly. “Well then–“ Sampson started, getting cut off with a nudge from Gregory. He look at Gregory and noticed walking down; a Jefferson. “Say ‘better’,” Gregory whispered. “Here comes one of my employer’s relatives.” He said. Sampson nodded looking back at Abram.

“Yes, better.” Sampson said, nodding. Abram narrowed his eyes. “You lie.” He said, drawing his sword. Sampson scoffed. “Draw, then, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.” He teased as they begun fighting.

They slashed and slashed until Aaron stepped between them and forced them apart. He drew his sword. “Part, fools! Put up your swords, you know not what you do!” He said as John, a Hamilton, entered with his sword drawn. “What? You’ve pulled out your sword to fight with these worthless servants? Turn around, Aaron, and look at the man who’s going to kill you!” John said, pointing his sword at the man’s chest. Aaron sheathed his sword. “I’m only trying to keep the peace. Either put away your sword or use it to help me stop this fight.” Aaron told him. John scoffed at him. “What? You take out your sword and then talk about peace? I hate the word peace like I hate hell, all Jeffersons, and you. Let’s go at it, coward!” John said, charging at the other. As they fought, three or four citizens of the watch enter with clubs and Spears.

“Clubs, bills, and partisans! Strike! Beat them down! Down with the Hamiltons! Down with the Jeffersons!” The citizens roared. Old Hamilton and his wife approached the scene.

“What noise is this? Give me my long sword, come on!” Hamilton ordered his wife. Lady Hamilton giggled at her husband. “A crutch, you need a crutch—why are you asking for a sword?” She teased just as Jefferson entered with his sword drawn, accompanied by his wife. Hamilton turned to his wife. “I want my sword. Old Jefferson is here, and he’s waving his sword around just to make me mad!” Hamilton said.

“Thou villain Hamilton!” Jefferson roared, stepping forward again, but being held back by his wife. “Hold me not. Let me go.” He growled. Lady Jefferson sighed. “You’re not taking one step toward an enemy.” She berated her husband. Just as she did, Prince Seabury rose up on his horse.

“You rebels! Enemies of the peace! Men who turn their weapons against their own neighbors—They won’t listen to me?—You there! You men, you beasts, who satisfy your anger with fountains of each others' blood! I’ll have you tortured if you don’t put down your swords and listen to your angry prince.”

Jefferson, Hamilton, and their followers throw down their weapons.

“Three times now riots have broken out in this city, all because of a casual word from you, old Hamilton and Jefferson. Three times the peace has been disturbed in our streets, and Virginia’s old citizens have had to take off their dress clothes and pick up rusty old spears to part you. If you ever cause a disturbance on our streets again, you’ll pay for it with your lives. Everyone else, go away for now. You, Hamilton, come with me. Jefferson, this afternoon come to old Free-town, the court where I deliver judgments, and I’ll tell you what else I want from you. As for the rest of you, I’ll say this once more: go away or be put to death.” The Prince said, leaving. Everyone exits the scene except Jefferson, Lady Jefferson, and Aaron.

“Who started this old fight up again? Speak, nephew. Were you here when it started?” Old Jefferson asked. Aaron shuffled his feet. “Your servants were fighting your enemy’s servants before I got here. I drew my sword to part them. Right then, that hothead John showed up with his sword ready. He taunted me and waved his sword around, making the air hiss. As we were trading blows, more and more people showed up to join the fight, until the Prince came and broke everyone up.”

Lady Jefferson sighed. “Oh, where’s Thomas? Have you seen him today? I’m glad he wasn’t here for this fight.” She said, looking around. Aaron cleared his throat and looked at Lady Jefferson. “Madam, I had a lot on my mind an hour before dawn this morning, so I went for a walk. Underneath the Sycamore grove that grows on the west side of the city, I saw your son taking an early-morning walk. I headed toward him, but he saw me coming and hid in the woods. I thought he must be feeling the same way I was—wanting to be alone and tired of his own company. I figured he was avoiding me, and I was perfectly happy to leave him alone and keep to myself.” He explained. Jefferson shook his head slowly. “He’s been seen there many mornings, crying tears that add drops to the morning dew and making a cloudy day cloudier with his sighs. But as soon as the sun rises in the east, my sad son comes home to escape the light.” He said. “He locks himself up alone in his bedroom, shuts his windows to keep out the beautiful daylight, and makes himself an artificial night. This mood of his is going to bring bad news, unless someone smart can fix what’s bothering him.” Jefferson finished.

“My noble uncle, do you know the cause?” Aaron asked, looking up at Jefferson. He sighed. “I neither know it, nor can learn of it.”

“Have you done everything you could to make him tell you the reason?”

“I’ve tried, and many of our friends have tried to make him talk, but he keeps his thoughts to himself. He doesn’t want any friend but himself, and though I don’t know whether he’s a good friend to himself, he certainly keeps his own secrets. He’s like a flower bud that won’t open itself up to the world because it’s been poisoned from within by parasites. If we could only find out why he’s sad, we’d be as eager to help him as we were to learn the reason for his sadness.” Jefferson said as Thomas walked in. This caught Aaron’s eye as he turned towards him. “Look—here he comes. If you don’t mind, please step aside. He’ll either have to tell me what’s wrong or else tell me no over and over.” Aaron said. Jefferson nodded. “I hope you’re lucky enough to hear the true story by sticking around.” He turned to his wife. “Come, madam. Let’s away.” He said as they left.

“Good morrow, cousin.” Aaron smiled at Thomas. “Is the day so young?” Thomas responded, looking around. Aaron raised an eyebrow. “It’s only just nine o’ clock.” Aaron replied. Thomas sighed. “Ay me! Sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?” He asked, looking at his cousin. “It was.” Aaron nodded. “What sadness lengthens Thomas’s hours?”

“I don’t have that which makes time fly.”

“In love?”

“Out.”

“Of love?”

“Out of her favour, where I am in love.” Thomas sighed. Aaron hummed. “Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!” He said

“What’s sad is that love is supposed to be blind, but it can still make you do whatever it wants. So, where should we eat?” Thomas paused as he noticed the blood on the ground. “Oh my! What fight happened here? No, don’t tell me—I know all about it. This fight has a lot to do with hatred, but it has more to do with love. O brawling love! O loving hate! Love that comes from nothing! Sad happiness! Serious foolishness! Beautiful things muddled together into an ugly mess! Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake—it’s everything except what it is! This is the love I feel, though no one loves me back. Are you laughing?” He asked, looking at Aaron.

“No, cousin. Rather, I weep at thy heart’s oppression.” He said. “Yes, this is what love does. My sadness sits heavy in my chest, and you want to add your own sadness to mine so there’s even more. I have too much sadness already, and now you’re going to make me sadder by feeling sorry for you. Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on. Goodbye, cousin.” Thomas said, sighing and turning away.

Aaron reached out to grab his arm. “Wait. I’ll come with you. If you leave me like this, you’re doing me wrong.” He said,letting go quickly. “Tut, I have lost myself. I am not here.

This is not Thomas. He’s some other where.” Thomas looked down. Aaron huffed. “Can’t you just tell me who it is, coz?” Aaron inquired. Thomas crossed his arms. “You mean you want me to gripe and groan to you about her?” He asked. Aaron shrugged. “No need to gripe and groan about her, just tell me who she is.”

“You wouldn’t tell a sick man he “seriously” has to make his will—it would just make him worse. Seriously, cousin, I love a woman.” Thomas said. Aaron rolled his eyes. “I guessed that already when I guessed you were in love.” He told Thomas. “Just tell me who she is.”

“She refuses to be hit by Cupid’s arrow. She’s as clever as Diana, and shielded by the armor of chastity. She can’t be touched by the weak and childish arrows of love. She won’t listen to words of love, or let you look at her with loving eyes, or open her lap to receive gifts of gold. She’s rich in beauty, but she’s also poor, because when she dies her beauty will be destroyed with her.” Thomas hummed. Aaron nodded. “So she’s made a vow to be a virgin forever?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes she has, and by keeping celibate, she wastes her beauty. If you starve yourself of sex you can’t ever have children, and so your beauty is lost to future generations. She’s too beautiful and too wise to deserve heaven’s blessing by making me despair. She’s sworn off love, and that promise has left me alive but dead, living only to talk about it now.” Thomas rambled, becoming more in love as he spoke.

“Take my advice; don’t think about her.”

“O, teach me how I should forget to think!”

“By giving liberty unto thine eyes. Examine other beauties.”

Romeo considered it. “That will only make me think more about how beautiful she is. Beautiful women like to wear black masks over their faces—those black masks only make us think about how beautiful they are underneath. A man who goes blind can’t forget the precious eyesight he lost. Show me a really beautiful girl. Her beauty is like a note telling me where I can see someone even more beautiful. Goodbye. You can’t teach me to forget.” Thomas said, going to exit. Aaron called after him.

“I’ll show you how to forget, or else I’ll die owing you that lesson!”

They exit.

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Hamilton and Juliet

Aka, Romeo and Juliet Jamilton AU

Juliet- Alexander Hamilton: Alexander’s a young boy around the age of thirteen, keep in mind this takes place in the 1500’s, who becomes infatuated with Thomas when he showed up at a party. They end up kissing before Juliet knows he’s a Hamilton, and end up believing they were destined for each other.

Tybalt- John Laurens: Alexander’s cousin. He’s very aggressive towards the Jeffersons, which one day ends up getting him to kill Thomas’s best friend, James, in a street brawl. In response to this, Thomas stabs John, which banishes him from Virginia.

Nurse- Angelica: mixed with her love for the Hamiltons, Angelica’s dirty sense of humor makes her a funny and loveable character. That is, until when Alexander needs her most—after her parents order her to marry Lafayette—Angelica betrays her. Thomas is as good as dead, Angelica tells Alexander, and he had better forget him and marry Lafayette.

Lord Capulet- George Hamilton: Lord Hamilton (a.k.a. Hamilton) is Alex’s daddy. At first, he seems like a pretty good dad. When Lafayette comes sniffing around for thirteen-year-old Alexander’s hand in marriage, Hamilton puts him off, citing Alexander’s young age and even suggesting that he'd like his son to marry for "love" (1.2). But Lord Hamilton doesn't play the good father for long. Lafayette eventually wears him down, but Lord Hamilton isn't too happy when Alexander refuses to marry him. Lord Hamilton’s response to Alex’s "disobedience" is so violently harsh that we begin to see him as a bit of a tyrant. We see the physical aggression most prominently in the big, confrontational scene with Alex over whether or not he will marry Lafayette. When Ale refuses, Hamilton screams, "Out, you baggage,/you tallow face" (3.5.161-162) and says, "My fingers itch" when Alex stands up, which may suggest that he's prone to physical violence (3.5.170). And that's not even mentioning the domestic violence against Angelica and his wife.

Lady Capulet- Martha Hamilton: Like many other mothers of teens, Lady Hamilton has her hands full with Alexander. Sure, Lady Hamilton does make an effort to reach out to her son now that he’s of an age to be married. But it's obvious that Alexander’s closest bond is with Angelica; Lady Hamilton never even comes close to challenging that.

Romeo- Thomas Jefferson: He's emotional and angsty, and it drives some people crazy. His over-the-top infatuation with Martha at the beginning of the play, immediately followed by, um, completely forgetting about Martha, can make Thomas seem shallow and foolish. No sooner does he meet Alexander than he starts insisting, "I have forgot that name and that name's woe." (2.3.49). Even though Thomas breaks out a conventional pick-up line when he first chats it up with Alex, he ends up seeming genuinely in love with Alexander. After all, he does vow to "lie with thee tonight"—i.e., kill himself—as soon as he hears that he’s dead (5.1.37), and then he actually follows through with it.

Mercutio- James Madison: James is Thomas’s sword-fight loving best friend. He’s quite touchy and he never backs down from a duel and, although he's neither a Jefferson nor a Hamilton, he gets involved in the long-standing family feud on the side of the Jeffersons. That turns out to be a mistake on his part: John kills him in Act 3, Scene 1. James is a showstopper. He's dirty, funny, and out of control.

Benvolio- Aaron Burr: Aaron is a classic nice guy: stuck playing the straight man to James and the non-romantic-idiot to Thomas, constantly telling everyone else to chill and stop fighting and "keep the peace" (1.1.69), and being asked to spy on his friends. Thomas’s parents (his aunt and uncle) turn to him when their son is acting weird, and the Prince always asks him to explain what went down in the most recent street fight.

Lord Montague- Peter Jefferson: Thomas’s Father (no dialogue in script)

Lady Montague- Jane Jefferson: Thomas’s Mother (no dialogue in script)

Friar Laurence- John Jay: A mentor to both Thomas and Alexander, John Jay constantly advises them to act with more caution and moderation, even though he doesn't wait too long before agreeing to marry off these two crazy kids.

Paris- Lafayette: Lafayette’s language says: "I'm a stiff and lacking in passion." Notice, in the fic, how rhythmic and sing-songy his words are? How they rhyme in a tight, closed off, heroic couplet, almost like he Googled "How to mourn your dead fiancée?" Yeah, there's no way that Lafayette would die for Alexander. He's probably already crossing him name of his "People To Marry" list and moving on to next candidate.

Rosaline- Martha Wayles: while she is mentioned in the play, she actually never shows up, but is mentioned a lot. If Thomas hadn’t fallen for her, he wouldn’t have found Alexander because James wouldn’t have reccommended he look for other girls.