MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

Act 5 Scene 3

(Enter Claudio, Don Pedro the Prince, and three or four with tapers, all in black)
l1l	Claudio	 Is this the monument of Leonato?
l2l	A Lord	It is, my lord.
l3l	[Claudio	(reading from a scroll)
		> Done to death by slanderous tongues
l4l		Was the Hero that here lies.
l5l		Death in guerdon of her wrongs
l6l		Gives her fame which never dies.
l7l		So the life that died with shame
l8l		Lives in death with glorious fame.
		(He hangs the epitaph on the tomb)
l9l		> Hang thou there upon the tomb,
l10l		Praising her when I am dumb.
l11l		Now music sound, and sing your solemn hymn.
l12l		(Song)
		> Pardon, goddess of the night,
l13l		Those that slew thy virgin knight,
l14l		For the which with songs of woe
l15l		Round about her tomb they go.
l16l		Midnight, assist our moan,
l17l		Help us to sigh and groan,
l18l		Heavily, heavily.
l19l		Graves yawn, and yield your dead
l20l		Till death be utterèd,
l21l		Heavily, heavily.
l22l	[Claudio]	 Now, unto thy bones good night.
l23l		Yearly will I do this rite.
l24l	Don Pedro	Good morrow, masters, put your torches out.
l25l		The wolves have preyed, and look, the gentle day
l26l		Before the wheels of Phoebus round about
l27l		Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.
l28l		Thanks to you all, and leave us. Fare you well.
l29l	Claudio	Good morrow, masters. Each his several way.
l30l	Don Pedro	Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds,
l31l		And then to Leonato’s we will go.
l32l	Claudio	And Hymen now with luckier issue speed ’s
l33l		Than this for whom we rendered up this woe.
		(Exeunt)