A Midsummer Night's Dream (Quarto 1, 1600)
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A Midsommer nightes dreame.
¶That you haue but slumbred here,
¶And this weake and idle theame,
¶No more yielding but a dreame,
¶Gentles, doe not reprehend.
¶If you pardon, wee will mend.
2215And, as I am an honest Puck,
¶If we haue vnearned luck,
¶Now to scape the Serpents tongue,
¶We will make amends, ere long:
¶Else, the Puck a lyer call.
2220So, good night vnto you all.
¶Giue me your hands, if we be friends:
¶FINIS.
