Two households, both alike in dignity,
Two Families, Both with similar money
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
In Verona, Where we performed,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Two families where they have had a long feud.
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
The civil people have joined the feud,
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
The two children fall in love and kill themselves
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The death of the of the children ends the feud.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love, And the continuance of their parents’ rage, Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
Which we will now show you in a two-hour play.
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.