003 Done to death by slanderous tongues Was the Hero that here lies: 005 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. 009 Hang thou there upon the tomb, 010 Praising her when I am dumb. Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. Song. Pardon, goddess of the night, 013 Those that slew thy virgin knight; For the which, with songs of woe, 015 Round about her tomb they go. Midnight, assist our moan; Help us to sigh and groan, Heavily, heavily: Graves, yawn, and yield your dead, 020 Till death be uttered, 021 Heavily, heavily. 022 Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night! 023 Yearly will I do this rite. D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your torches out: 025 The wolves have prey’d; and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phœbus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey. Thanks to you all, and leave us: fare you well. 029 Claud. Good morrow, masters: each his several way. 030 D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds; And then to Leonato’s we will go. 032 Claud. And Hymen now with luckier issue speed’s 033 Than this for whom we render’d up this woe. [Exeunt.