බලන්න මේක ලස්සනයි ...

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,
If we have unearned 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.

Where are the prophets?

Where are the visionaries?

Where are the poets?