If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended –
That you have but slumbered here,
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme
No more yielding but a dream.
Gentles, do not reprehend.
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to ’scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long.
Else the Puck a liar call.
So, goodnight unto you all.
Give me your hands if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.