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 &n