III CIT. Mine an ejectionae firmae by a lease.
HIERO. Content you, sirs; are you determined
That I should plead your several actions?
I CIT. Aye, sir; and here's my declaration.
II CIT. And here is my bond.
III CIT. And here is my lease.
They give him papers.
HIERO. But wherefore stands yon silly man so mute,
With mournful eyes and hands to heav'n uprear'd?
Come hither, father; let me know thy cause.
SENEX, [DON BAZULTO]. O worthy sir, my cause but slightly known
May move the hearts of warlike Myrmidons,
And melt the Corsic rocks with ruthful tears!
HIERO. Say, father; tell me what's thy suit!
BAZULTO. 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.