The last scene was drawing to a close, and Michel watched Alec - Oberon - walk slowly off the stage. He paused, and turn his head to the audience.
"If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended," he turned and began walking slowly towards the edge of the stage, gesturing as he spoke. "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," he paused a beat, and smiled a little, just a quirk of the lips. "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," he paused, just inside where the curtain would fall, slid one foot back, and swept into a low bow. "So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends."
The curtain fell just in front of him. He stood, and hurried into one of the three lines they use for curtain calls. The curtain rose again, and one, two, three, they bowed to their audience, and the curtain fell. Michel breathed a sigh of relief.
He unbuttoned his vest as he congratulated his cast on yet another show done, and walked toward the stage door. He handed the vest to Adélaïde and opened the stage door, pulling on the strings that tied his shirt, intending to finish changing in his office, when he found himself accosted by none other than Agnès, who grabbed him by the arms and planted two kisses on either cheek.