"The World Was Wide Enough" is the 22nd song of Act Two of Hamilton, and the 45th song of both acts.
Before the duel, Hamilton lingers on the definition of a "legacy" - and if he was to make one or break one. He then approaches the dueling site to face his opponent, Burr.
According to the code duello, "throwing away your shot", or to aim your shot into the sky, effectively eliminating it, gave you an element of neutrality and ensured that you did not mean to hurt you opponent. Hamilton did not intend to hurt Burr - according to his word - but instead of clearly firing his shot into the sky, he fired it close enough to Burr to let his opponent think he had simply aimed incorrectly; however, it is known that Burr did not know Hamilton intended to throw away his shot.
Burr shot Hamilton in the side of his ribcage, causing internal bleeding, and hours later Hamilton passes away. Burr later learns that Hamilton did not mean to hurt him, and explains that his shot was so close to the target that it could not be judged whether Hamilton indeed had kept to his word and threw away his shot or if he had simply missed his target.
After the duel, Burr laments that even though he won the duel, after all of Hamilton's accomplishments, he was condemned to being forever known as only the man who killed Alexander Hamilton.
[FULL COMPANY (EXCEPT HAMILTON AND BURR)]
Five six seven eight nine—
There are ten things you need to know
We rowed across the Hudson at dawn
My friend William P. Van Ness signed on as my —
[BURR & COMPANY]
Hamilton arrived with his crew:
Nathaniel Pendleton and a doctor that he knew
I watched Hamilton examine the terrain
I wish I could tell you what was happ'ning in his brain
This man has poisoned my political pursuits
Most disputes die and no one shoots!
Hamilton drew first position
Looking, to the world, like a man on a mission
This is a soldier with a marksman's ability
The doctor turned around so he could have deniability
Now I didn't know this at the time, but we were—
[BURR & PHILIP]
Near the same spot your son died,
is that why—
Near the same spot my son died,
is that why—
He examined his gun with such rigor?
I watched as he methodically fiddled with the trigger
Confession time? Here's what I got
My fellow soldiers'll tell you I'm a terrible shot
Your last chance to negotiate
Send in your seconds see if they can set the record straight
They won't teach you this in your classes
But look it up, Hamilton was wearing his glasses
Why? If not to take deadly aim?
It's him or me, the world will never be the same
I had only one though before the slaughter:
This man will not make an orphan of my daughter.
Look him in the eye, aim no higher
Summon all the courage your require
One two three four five six seven eight nine
Number ten paces! Fire—
[BURR FIRES SHOT, SCENE FREEZES]
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
Is this where it gets me, on my
Feet, several feet ahead of me?
I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be?
There is no beat, no melody
Burr, my first friend, my enemy
May be the last face I ever see?
If I throw away my shot, is this
How you remember me?
What if this bullet is my legacy?
Legacy. What is a legacy?
It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see
I wrote some notes at the
Beginning of a song someone will sing for me
America, you great unfinished symphony,
You sent for me.
You let me make a difference.
A place where even orphan immigrants can leave
Their fingerprints and rise up
I'm running out of time, I'm running and
My time's up.
Wise up. Eyes up.
I catch a glimpse of the other side
Laurens leads a soldiers' chorus on the other side
My son is on the other side
He's with my mother on the other side
Washington is watching from the other side.
Teach me how to say goodbye.
Rise up, rise up, rise up,
My love, take your time
I'll see you on the other side.
[HAMILTON RAISES PISTOL]
Raise a glass to freedom...
He aims his pistol at the sky
[SCENE BEGINS AGAIN, BURR FIRES SHOT AND HITS HAMILTON]
I strike him right between his ribs
I walk towards him, but I am ushered away
They row him back across the Hudson
I get a drink
I hear wailing in the streets
Somebody tells me, "You better hide."
Angelica and Eliza—
Were both at his side when he died.
Death doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints,
It takes and it takes and it takes
In every picture it paints
It paints me and all my mistakes
When Alexander aimed at the sky,
He may have been the first one to die,
But I'm the one who paid for it
I survived, but I paid for it.
Now I'm the villain in your history
I was too young and blind to see
I should've known
I should've known
The world was wide enough for both Hamilton and me
The world was wide enough for both Hamilton and me.