Act 5 — 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.]