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Enter DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO , three or four LORDS with tapers, and musicians
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Enter DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO , three or four LORDS with tapers, and musicians
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CLAUDIO Is this the monument of Leonato?
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CLAUDIO Is this the monument of Leonato?
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FIRST LORD It is, my lord.
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FIRST LORD It is, my lord.
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CLAUDIO (reading an epitaph)
Done to death by slanderous tongues
5 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.
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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.
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Hangs the scroll
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Hangs the scroll
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10 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.
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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.
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CLAUDIO Now, unto thy bones good night!
15 Yearly will I do this rite.
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CLAUDIO Now, unto thy bones good night!
Yearly will I do this rite.
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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.
20 Thanks to you all, and leave us. Fare you well.
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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.
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CLAUDIO Good morrow, masters. Each his several way.
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CLAUDIO Good morrow, masters. Each his several way.
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Exeunt LORDS and Musicians
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Exeunt LORDS and Musicians
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DON PEDRO Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds,
And then to Leonato’s we will go.
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DON PEDRO Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds,
And then to Leonato’s we will go.
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CLAUDIO And Hymen now with luckier issue speed ’s
25 Than this for whom we rendered up this woe.
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CLAUDIO And Hymen now with luckier issue speed ’s
Than this for whom we rendered up this woe.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
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Enter DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO , three or four LORDS with tapers, and musicians
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Enter DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO , three or four LORDS with tapers, and musicians
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CLAUDIO Is this the monument of Leonato?
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CLAUDIO Is this the monument of Leonato?
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FIRST LORD It is, my lord.
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FIRST LORD It is, my lord.
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CLAUDIO (reading an epitaph)
Done to death by slanderous tongues
5 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.
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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.
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Hangs the scroll
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Hangs the scroll
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10 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.
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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.
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CLAUDIO Now, unto thy bones good night!
15 Yearly will I do this rite.
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CLAUDIO Now, unto thy bones good night!
Yearly will I do this rite.
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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.
20 Thanks to you all, and leave us. Fare you well.
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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.
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CLAUDIO Good morrow, masters. Each his several way.
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CLAUDIO Good morrow, masters. Each his several way.
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Exeunt LORDS and Musicians
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Exeunt LORDS and Musicians
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DON PEDRO Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds,
And then to Leonato’s we will go.
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DON PEDRO Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds,
And then to Leonato’s we will go.
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CLAUDIO And Hymen now with luckier issue speed ’s
25 Than this for whom we rendered up this woe.
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CLAUDIO And Hymen now with luckier issue speed ’s
Than this for whom we rendered up this woe.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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