ACT V
Scene 3
 

A churchyard.

[Enter Claudio, Don Pedro, and three or four with tapers,
followed by Musicians.]

CLAUDIO
Is this the monument of Leonato?

LORD
It is, my lord.

CLAUDIO
[reads from a scroll]

                  Epitaph.
Done to death by slanderous tongues Was the Hero that here lies. Death, in guerdon of her wrongs, Gives her fame which never dies. So the life that died with shame Lives in death with glorious fame. Hang thou there upon the tomb,

[Hangs up the scroll.]

Praising her when I am dumb.
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.

                 Song.
    Pardon, goddess of the night,
    Those that slew thy virgin knight;
    For the which, with songs of woe,
    Round about her tomb they go.
    Midnight, assist our moan,
    Help us to sigh and groan
      Heavily, heavily,
    Graves, yawn and yield your dead,
    Till death be uttered
      Heavily, heavily.

CLAUDIO
Now unto thy bones good night!
Yearly will I do this rite.

PEDRO
Good morrow, masters. Put your torches out.
The wolves have prey'd, and look, the gentle day,
Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.
Thanks to you all, and leave us. Fare you well.

CLAUDIO
Good morrow, masters. Each his several way.

PEDRO
Come, let us hence and put on other weeds,
And then to Leonato's we will go.

CLAUDIO
And Hymen now with luckier issue speeds
Than this for whom we rend'red up this woe.

[Exeunt.]