Act V, Scene iii:
The Inside of a Church.

[Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants, with music and tapers.]

Claud. :

Is this the monument of Leonato?

Atten. :

It is, my lord.

Claud. :

[reads from a scroll]

'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,

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,

Heavenly, heavenly.'

Claud. :

Now unto thy bones good night!

Yearly will I do this rite.

D. 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.

Claud. :

Good morrow, masters; each his several way.

D. Pedro.

Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds;

And then to Leonato's we will go.

Claud. :

And, Hymen, now with luckier issue speeds

Than this, for whom we rend'red up this woe!

[Exeunt.]