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Much Ado about Nothing
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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ
William Shakespeare
(15641616).
The Oxford Shakespeare.
1914.
Much Ado about Nothing
Act V. Scene III.
The Inside of a Church.
Enter
D
ON
P
EDRO,
C
LAUDIO,
and
Attendants,
with music and tapers.
Claud.
Is this the monument of Leonato?
A Lord.
It is, my lord.
4
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 death with glorious fame.
Hang thou there upon the tomb,
Praising her when I am dumb.
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.
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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.
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The wolves have preyd; and look, the gentle day,
Before the wheels of Phbus, round about
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.
Thanks to you all, and leave us: fare you well.
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Claud.
Good morrow, masters: each his several way.
D. Pedro.
Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds;
And then to Leonatos we will go.
Claud.
And Hymen now with luckier issue speeds,
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Than this for whom we renderd up this woe! [
Exeunt.
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