Epilogue - A Midsummer Nights's Dream

PUCK 
If we shadows have offended, 
Think but 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 but 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 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.