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'm 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 you hands, if we be friends,

and robin shall restore amends.

a midsummer night's dream

william shakespeare