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Act 5, Scene 3

[Enter DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and three or four
with tapers]

CLAUDIO: Is this the monument of Leonato?

Lord: It is, my lord.

CLAUDIO: [Reading out of a scroll]
Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies:     [5]
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,     [10]
Praising her when I am dumb.

Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.

Pardon, goddess of the night,
Those that slew thy virgin knight;     [15]
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:     [20]
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.

DON PEDRO: Good morrow, masters; put your torches out:     [25]
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.

DON PEDRO: Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds;     [30]
And then to Leonato's we will go.

CLAUDIO: And Hymen now with luckier issue speed's
Than this for whom we render'd up this woe.


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