ACT V. Scene III. 

Is this the monument of Leonato?

[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 death with glorious fame.

Hang thou there upon the tomb,
Praising her when I am dumb.
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.

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.

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

Good morrow, masters. Each his several way.

And Hymen now with luckier issue speeds
Than this for whom we rend'red up this woe
Exeunt.