Reposted by Alasdair MacDonald
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,
Show is over, off you fuck.
