If we shadows hav offended..
Think but tis, and all is mended..
Tat u hav but slumber'd here..
While these visions did appear..
And tis weak and idle theme..
No more yielding, but a dream..
Gentles, do not reprehend..
If u pardon, we will mend..
And, as I am n honest Puck..
If we hav unearnéd luck..
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue..
We will make amends ere long..
Else the Puck a liar call..
So good night unto u all..
Give me ur hands, if we b friends..
And Robin shall restore amends..
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