Act 5, 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
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.
Claudio
Now, unto thy bones good night!
Yearly will I do this rite.
Don Pedro
Good morrow, masters; put your torches out:
The wolves have preyed; 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.
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
Than this for whom we rendered up this woe. Exeunt.