if we shadows have offended

ROBIN: Now the hungry lion roars
 And the wolf behowls the moon,
 Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
 All with weary task fordone.
 Now the wasted brands do glow,
 Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
 Puts the wretch that lies in woe
 In remembrance of a shroud.
 Now it is the time of night
 That the graves all gaping wide,
 Every one lets forth his sprite,
 In the churchway paths to glide.
And we fairies, that do run
 By the triple Hecate’s team
 From the presence of the sun,
 Following darkness like a dream,
 Now are frolic. Not a mouse
 Shall disturb this hallowed house.
 I am sent with broom before
 To sweep the dust behind the door.

Enter OBERON and TITANIA, King and Queen of Fairies, with all their train

OBERON: Through the house give glimmering light,
By the dead and drowsy fire.
Every elf and fairy sprite
Hop as light as bird from brier.
And this ditty, after me,
Sing and dance it trippingly.

TITANIA: First, rehearse your song by rote,
To each word a warbling note.
Hand in hand with fairy grace
Will we sing and bless this place.

OBERON, TITANIA, and the FAIRIES sing and dance

OBERON: (sings)

 Now until the break of day,
 Through this house each fairy stray.
 To the best bride bed will we,
 Which by us shall blessèd be.
 And the issue there create
 Ever shall be fortunate.
 So shall all the couples three
 Ever true in loving be.
 And the blots of Nature’s hand
 Shall not in their issue stand.
Never mole, harelip, nor scar,
 Nor mark prodigious, such as are
 Despisèd in nativity,
 Shall upon their children be.
 With this field dew consecrate,
 Every fairy take his gait.
 And each several chamber bless
 Through this palace with sweet peace.
 And the owner of it blessed
 Ever shall in safety rest.
 Trip away. Make no stay.
 Meet me all by break of day.

Exeunt all but ROBIN

ROBIN: If we shadows have offended,
 Think but this, and all is mended—
 That you have but slumbered 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 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.


- William Shakespeare
A Midsummer Night's Dream
(Act V, Scene I)

If anyone dares to tell you not to love this play because it's the 'obvious choice', punch them in the face and dance like a fairy around their bleeding, whimpering, empty shell of a body.