Enter DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO, three or
four LORDS with tapers, and musicians
Is this the monument of Leonato?
It is, my lord.
(reading an epitaph)
Done to death by slanderous tongues
5Was 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.
Hangs the scroll
10Hang thou there upon the tomb,
Praising her when I am dumb.
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.
Pardon, goddess of the
Those that slew thy virgin
For the which with songs of
Round about her tomb they
Midnight, assist our
Help us to sigh and
Graves, yawn and yield your
Till death be