Stuff
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 than a dream.
Gentles, do not reprehend,
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unnearned 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.