me? This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible
with raisins in it.
amy 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 no reprehend.
If you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpents' 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.
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