Is this the monument of Leonato?
Is this the tomb of Leonato?
Is this Leonato's tomb?
leonato's buried here
It is, my lord.
That is indeed his burial place, my lord.
Yes, it is, sir.
yeah it is
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.
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 uttered,
Heavily, heavily.
Inscription for the tomb. Destroyed by cruel and malicious words was the Hero who lies here: Death, as compensation for the wrongs done to her, grants her a fame that will never end. So a life that died in shame lives on in death with glorious fame. Hang here upon this tomb, speaking in praise of her when my voice is silent. Now, music, begin and sing your solemn hymn. The Song. Have mercy, goddess of the night, on those who killed your pure servant; For this deed, with songs of sorrow, they circle around her tomb. Midnight, share in our grief; help us weep and moan, heavily, heavily: Open your depths, graves, and release your dead, until death itself is fully mourned, heavily, heavily.
Inscription for the tomb. Killed by cruel and malicious words was the Hero who now lies here: Death, as fair payment for the wrongs she suffered, gives her a fame that will never fade. So a life that ended in disgrace now lives forever in glorious fame. Stay here on this tomb, praise her when I can no longer speak. Now, musicians, play and sing this solemn hymn. The Song. Forgive them, goddess of the night, those who killed your innocent maiden; For this, with songs of sadness, they walk around her tomb. Midnight, join our mourning; help us cry and groan, heavily, heavily: Graves, open and yield your dead, until death has been fully grieved, heavily, heavily.
killed by cruel words Hero lies here death gives her eternal fame shame becomes glory music play for her godness of night forgive them they killed your innocent we mourn around her tomb midnight join our crying gravey open up release the dead heavily heavily
Now, unto thy bones good night!
Yearly will I do this rite.
Good night now to your bones! Every year I will return and perform this ritual.
Sleep well now, Hero. Every year I'll come back and do this ceremony.
rest well i'll do this every year
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, everyone: extinguish your torches. The night creatures have hunted; and look, gentle dawn arrives, before the sun's chariot appears, spotted with grey across the sleepy eastern sky. Thank you all, and go now: farewell.
Good morning, everyone: put out your torches. The creatures of the night have finished hunting; and look, gentle dawn is coming, with the sun not yet here, dotting the sleepy eastern sky with grey. Thanks to you all, now leave: goodbye.
morning put out the torches night's over sun's coming thanks goodbye
Good morrow, masters: each his several way.
Good morning, everyone: each of you go your own way.
Good morning, gentlemen: each of you go your separate ways.
morning everyone go their own way
Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds;
And then to Leonato’s we will go.
Come, let us leave this place and change into different clothes; and then we will go to Leonato's house.
Come on, let's get out of here and put on fresh clothes; then we'll head to Leonato's house.
let's go change then go to leonato's
And Hymen now with luckier issue speed’s,
Than this for whom we rend’red up this woe!
And may Hymen the god of marriage now grant us a happier outcome than this one, for whom we have poured out such sorrow!
And may the god of marriage bless us with better luck than this sad affair has brought us!
may the god of marriage give us better luck than we had with this
The Reckoning
The tomb scene is penance made visible: midnight vigil and written prayer mark Claudio's genuine remorse, transforming his shame into devotion. He accepts responsibility through ritual.
If this happened today…
Grief and guilt require visible acts of remembrance; private apology means nothing without public acknowledgment and ongoing commitment to make amends.