Ten twenty-five.
First Stage Hand
Ten twenty-five.
Second Stage Hand
Ten twenty-five.
Scene VII. The Presidential Box.
Lincoln
Oh, no! No persecution, bloody work,
How to articulate the states again,
Just how to handle the states that left us—well,
There will be problems up from day to day,
During my term, at least. But no revenge,
No hate, no hanging, killing—rather shoo!
Like Hannah Armstrong used to shoo her chickens.
Let the obstreporous, unreconciled
Go clear to—Halifax—get out! But, Major,
My feeling is to treat the Southern people
As fellow citizens. To be their fellows
And not their masters is my way.
Maj. Rathbone