Scene Sixteen – Meet Me Inside

Meet Me Inside

Broadway musical (2015)

Hamilton the Musical – Meet Me Inside Lyrics

 

“Meet Me Inside” is a song from the Broadway musical Hamilton performed by Lin-Manuel Miranda (Hamilton), Christopher Jackson (Washington).

 

HAMILTON:

Lee, do you yield?

 

BURR:

You shot him in the side!

Yes, he yields!

 

LAURENS:

I’m satisfied

 

BURR:

Yo, we gotta clear the field!

 

HAMILTON:

Go! We won

 

COMPANY:

Here comes the General!

 

BURR:

This should be fun

 

WASHINGTON:

What is the meaning of this? Mr. Burr, get a medic for the General

 

BURR:

Yes, sir

 

WASHINGTON:

Lee, you will never agree with me

But believe me, these young men don’t speak for me

Thank you for your service

 

BURR:

Let’s ride!

 

WASHINGTON:

Hamilton!

 

HAMILTON:

Sir!

 

WASHINGTON:

Meet me inside

 

COMPANY:

Meet him inside! Meet him inside!

Meet him inside, meet him, meet him inside!

 

WASHINGTON:

Son—

 

HAMILTON:

Don’t call me son

 

WASHINGTON:

This war is hard enough

Without infighting

 

HAMILTON:

Lee called you out. We called his bluff

 

WASHINGTON:

You solve nothing, you aggravate our allies to the south

 

HAMILTON:

You’re absolutely right, John should have shot him in the mouth

That would’ve shut him up

 

WASHINGTON:

Son

 

HAMILTON:

I’m notcha son

 

WASHINGTON:

Watch your tone

I am not a maiden in need of defending, I am grown

 

HAMILTON (OVERLAPPING):

Charles Lee, Thomas Conway

These men take your name and they rake it

Through the mud

 

WASHINGTON:

My name’s been through a lot, I can take it

 

HAMILTON:

Well, I don’t have your name. I don’t have your titles

I don’t have your land

But, if you

 

WASHINGTON:

No

 

HAMILTON:

If you gave me command of a battalion, a group of men to lead,

I could fly above my station after the war

 

WASHINGTON:

Or you could die and we need you alive

 

HAMILTON:

I’m more than willing to die

 

WASHINGTON:

Your wife needs you alive, son, I need you alive

 

HAMILTON:

Call me son one more time

 

WASHINGTON:

Go home, Alexander

That’s an order from your commander

 

HAMILTON:

Sir

 

WASHINGTON:

Go home