Content you, sirs, are you determin'd That I should plead your several actions? 1 CITIZEN. Ay, sir, and here's my declaration. 2 CITIZEN. And here's my band.[234] 3 CITIZEN. And here is my lease. [_They give him papers._ HIERONIMO. But wherefore stands yon[235] silly man so mute, With mournful eyes and hands to heaven uprear'd?-- Come hither, father, let me know thy cause. SENEX. O worthy sir, my cause, but slightly known, May move the hearts of warlike Myrmidons, And melt the corsic[236] rocks with ruthful[237] tears. HIERONIMO. Say, father, tell me what's thy suit? SENEX. No, sir, could my woes Give way unto my most distressful words, Then should I not in paper (as you see) With ink bewray what blood began in me. HIERONIMO. What's here? _The humble supplication of_ Don Bazulto, _for his murdered son._ SENEX. Ay, sir. HIERONIMO. No, sir, it was my murdered son: O my son, O my son, O my son Horatio! But mine or thine, Bazulto, be content. Here, take my handkerchief, and wipe thine eyes, Whiles wretched I in thy mishaps may see The lively portrait of my dying self. [_He draweth out a bloody napkin._ O no, not this, Horatio, this was thine; And when I dy'd it in thy dearest blood, This was a token 'twixt thy soul and me, That of thy death revenged I should be. But here, take this and this---- SENEX. What, thy purse?---- HIERONIMO. Ay, this and that, and all of them are thine; For all as one are our extremities. 1 CITIZEN. O, see the kindness of Hieronimo! 2 CITIZEN. This gentleness shows him a gentleman. HIERONIMO.