[015] Round about her tomb they go.
Midnight, assist our moan;
Help us to sigh and groan,
Heavily, heavily:
Graves, yawn, and yield your dead,
[020] Till death be uttered,
[021] Heavily, heavily.
[022] Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night!
[023] Yearly will I do this rite.
D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your torches out: