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If we shadows of have offended
Tthink but this and all is mended
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear
And this weak but idle theme
No more yielding then 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. (Act v. Scene i.)
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
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