If we shadows have offended
This but this and all is mended
That you have but slumb'red 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 serpant'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
