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.
CLAUDIO Good morrow, masters: each his several way.
DON PEDRO Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds; And then to Leonato's we will go.
CLAUDIO And Hymen now with luckier issue speed's Than this for whom we render'd up this woe.
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Claudio reads a poem of mourning for Hero at the tomb where he believes she’s buried. A musician sings a dirge for her. Claudio promises to repeat the ritual each year.
Don Pedro arrives to take Claudio to his wedding at Leonato’s.
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