Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes
civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take
Whose misadventured, piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
fearful passage of their death marked love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which but their
children's end, naught could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with
patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.