Part 3 — 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 We need Your genius, Mr. President, for the work Of reconstruction more, if that may be, Then we had need of you to push the war. Mrs. Lincoln How do you like the play? Lincoln Oh, very good.