If we shadows have offended, This but this, and all is mended, That you have by slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentiles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck No 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.