exerpt from Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing, Act V Scene III: A Church
Claudio:
[Reading out of a scroll]
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./
Hang thou there upon the tomb,/
Praising her when I am dumb./
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn./
[Sings] 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./
1 Comments:
when i was in that play last year, i had to actually sing that solemn him while walking with a twistie-light-bulb-candle-thing. is that what you had intended me to think about when writing this post?
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