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.
  SONG.
  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.

[Exeunt]