William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914.
Act V. Scene III.Much Ado about Nothing
Claud.Is this the monument of Leonato?
A Lord.It is, my lord.
Claud.[Reads from a scroll.]
Hang thou there upon the tomb,
Praising her when I am dumb.
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.
Claud.Now, unto thy bones good night!
Yearly will I do this rite.
D. Pedro.Good morrow, masters: put your torches out.
The wolves have prey’d; and look, the gentle day,
Before the wheels of Phœbus, round about
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.
Thanks to you all, and leave us: fare you well.
Claud.Good morrow, masters: each his several way.
D. Pedro.Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds;
And then to Leonato’s we will go.
Claud.And Hymen now with luckier issue speed’s,
Than this for whom we render’d up this woe![Exeunt.