Is this the monument of Leonato?

Claudio
Is this the monument of Leonato?
First Lord
It is, my lord.

Now music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.

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.

  He hangs up the scroll.

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.

Claudio
Now, unto thy bones, goodnight.
Yearly will I do this rite.
Prince
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 gray.
Thanks to you all, and leave us. Fare you well.
Claudio
Good morrow, masters. Each his several way.
  Lords and Musicians exit.
Prince
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 rendered up this woe.
  They exit.