Reading out of a scroll 3 Done to death by slanderous tongues 4 Was the Hero that here lies: 5 Death, in guerdon of her wrongs, 6 Gives her fame which never dies. 7 So the life that died with shame 8 Lives in death with glorious fame. 9 Hang thou there upon the tomb, 10 Praising her when I am dumb. 11 Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. 12 Pardon, goddess of the night, 13 Those that slew thy virgin knight; 14 For the which, with songs of woe, 15 Round about her tomb they go. 16 Midnight, assist our moan; 17 Help us to sigh and groan, 18 Heavily, heavily: 19 Graves, yawn and yield your dead, 20 Till death be uttered, 21 Heavily, heavily.
22 Now, unto thy bones good night! 23 Yearly will I do this rite.
24 Good morrow, masters; put your torches out: 25 The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day, 26 Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about 27 Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey. 28 Thanks to you all, and leave us: fare you well.
29 Good morrow, masters: each his several way.
30 Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds; 31 And then to Leonato's we will go.
32 And Hymen now with luckier issue speed's 33 Than this for whom we render'd up this woe.