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Much Ado about Nothing

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Act V, Scene 3

A church.


[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 2510
    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. 2515
    Hang thou there upon the tomb,
    Praising her when I am dumb.
    Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.
    Pardon, goddess of the night, 2520
    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, 2525
    Heavily, heavily:
    Graves, yawn and yield your dead,
    Till death be uttered,
    Heavily, heavily.
  • Claudio. Now, unto thy bones good night! 2530
    Yearly will I do this rite.
  • Don 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. 2535
    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;
    And then to Leonato's we will go.
  • Claudio. And Hymen now with luckier issue speed's 2540
    Than this for whom we render'd up this woe.