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Scene III.—: The Inside of a Church. - William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing [1623]

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The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (The Oxford Shakespeare), ed. with a glossary by W.J. Craig M.A. (Oxford University Press, 1916).

Part of: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (The Oxford Shakespeare)

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Scene III.—

The Inside of a Church.

EnterDon Pedro, Claudio,and Attendants, with music and tapers.

Claud.

Is this the monument of Leonato?

A Lord.

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 doath 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,
  • Heavily, heavily.

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 Phœbus, 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 speed’s,

Than this for whom we render’d up this woe!

[Exeunt.