A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. Уильям Шекспир

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       No more yielding but a dream,

       Gentles, do not reprehend;

       If you pardon, we will mend.

       And, as I am an honest Puck,

       If we have unearnèd 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.

       [Exit.]

       THE END