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 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..."