| ACT V SCENE III | 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: | 5 |
| | 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, | 10 |
| | 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; | 15 |
| | 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: | 20 |
| | Graves, yawn and yield your dead, | |
| | Till death be uttered, | |
| | Heavily, heavily." | |
| CLAUDIO | Now, unto thy bones good night! | |
| | Yearly will I do this rite. | 25 |
| DON PEDRO | Good morrow, masters; put your torches out: | |
| | The wolves have prey'd; 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. | 30 |
| 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 render'd up this woe. | 35 |
| | Exeunt | |
