Much Ado About Nothing, Act 5, Scene 3

Is this the monument of Leonato?

Is this Leonato's family tomb?

It is, my lord.

It is, my lord.

Epitaph.

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.

Killed by slandering tongues was the Hero who lies here. Death, as a reward for the wrongs done to her, gives her a reputation that never dies. So the life that died in shame lives on in death with glorious fame.

Hang thou there upon the tomb,

Hang there on the tomb,

Praising her when I am dumb. Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.

praising her when I have no voice left. Now, music, play, and sing your solemn hymn.

Song.

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.

Forgive, goddess of the night, those who killed your virgin follower; and for that, with songs of grief, they walk around her tomb. Midnight, join in our mourning; help us to sigh and groan, sorrowfully, sorrowfully. Graves, open wide and give up your dead, until death itself is fully spoken, sorrowfully, sorrowfully.

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

Now, good night to your bones! Every year I will perform this ceremony.

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.

Good morning, gentlemen: put out your torches. The wolves have finished hunting; and look, the mild day, ahead of the wheels of Phoebus, is speckling the sleepy East all over with patches of grey. Thank you all, and now leave us: goodbye.

Good morrow, masters: each his several way.

Good morning, gentlemen: each of you go your separate way.

Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds; And then to Leonato’s we will go.

Come, let's go from here and put on different clothes; and then we will go to Leonato's house.

And Hymen now with luckier issue speed’s, Than this for whom we rend’red up this woe!

And may Hymen now bring us better luck from this marriage than from the one for whom we have poured out this grief!