"[last lines] 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. Else the Puck a liar call. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends."