A Midsummer Night's Dream

If we shadows have ofended,

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 good night unto you all.

Give me your hands if we be friends,

and Robin shall restore amends.