1    Is this the monument of Leonato?

2    It is, my lord.

Reading out of a scroll
3    Done to death by slanderous tongues
4    Was the Hero that here lies:
5    Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,
6    Gives her fame which never dies.
7    So the life that died with shame
8    Lives in death with glorious fame.
9    Hang thou there upon the tomb,
10   Praising her when I am dumb.
11   Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.
12   Pardon, goddess of the night,
13   Those that slew thy virgin knight;
14   For the which, with songs of woe,
15   Round about her tomb they go.
16   Midnight, assist our moan;
17   Help us to sigh and groan,
18   Heavily, heavily:
19   Graves, yawn and yield your dead,
20   Till death be uttered,
21   Heavily, heavily.

22   Now, unto thy bones good night!
23   Yearly will I do this rite.

24   Good morrow, masters; put your torches out:
25   The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day,
26   Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about
27   Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.
28   Thanks to you all, and leave us: fare you well.

29   Good morrow, masters: each his several way.

30   Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds;
31   And then to Leonato's we will go.

32   And Hymen now with luckier issue speed's
33   Than this for whom we render'd up this woe.