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Enter DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO, three or four LORDS with tapers, and musicians |
DON PEDROand CLAUDIO enter with three or four LORDS carrying candles, and musicians. |
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CLAUDIO
Is this the monument of Leonato? |
CLAUDIO
Is this the family tomb of Leonato? |
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FIRST LORD
It is, my lord. |
FIRST LORD
It is, my lord. |
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CLAUDIO
(reading an epitaph) 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. |
CLAUDIO
(reading an epitaph) Here lies Hero, The heroic maiden killed by slanderous words. To repay her for her troubles, Death Gives her undying fame. So the life that died with shame Lives on with fame. |
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Hangs the scroll |
(he hangs the scroll) |
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Hang thou there upon the tomb, 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, 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 utterèd, Heavily, heavily. |
This epitaph will hang here forever, Continuing to praise Hero after I die. Now start the music, and sing the solemn hymn. (singing) Please pardon, goddess of the night, The men who killed your virgin knight. These men now walk around her tomb, Singing songs of woe. Oh, midnight, join our moaning Help us with our sighs and groaning Heavily, heavily. Graves, open up and release your corpses Until Hero’s death is fully mourned Heavily, heavily. |
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CLAUDIO
Now, unto thy bones good night! Yearly will I do this rite. |
CLAUDIO
Now I say good night to your bones, Hero. I will perform this ceremony every year. |
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DON PEDRO
Good morrow, masters. Put your torches out. The wolves have preyed, 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. |
DON PEDRO
Good morning, gentlemen. Put out your torches. The wolves have finished preying for the night, and look—the gentle dawn is rising, dappling the sleepy eastern sky with spots of light. |
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CLAUDIO
Good morrow, masters. Each his several way. |
CLAUDIO
Good morning, gentlemen. We go our separate ways. |
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Exeunt LORDS and Musicians |
LORDS and musicians exit |
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DON PEDRO
Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds, And then to Leonato’s we will go. |
DON PEDRO
Come, let’s go and change our clothes. Then we’ll visit Leonato’s. |
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CLAUDIO
And Hymen now with luckier issue speed ’s Than this for whom we rendered up this woe. |
CLAUDIO
And I hope Hymen will give us better luck than Hero got. |
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Exeunt |
They all exit. |