If we shadows have offended,
think of this and all is mended:
that you have but slumber'd here,
while these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
no more yielding than 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 serpents' 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.
