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-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
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;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend

Two houses both with the same amount of social standing,
In the city of Verona, where we start our scene,
An old grudge turns into new mutiny,
The blood of the citizens makes the hands of people unclean,
Came from the loins of these two enemies,
A pair of lovers commit suicide,
Whose struggles and defeats should inspire us,
After their death their parents bury the disagreement,
The fearful story of their love that will mark their love,
And the continuance of their parents anger,
Which even after their children’s death; nothing could remove it,
This is what will happen in the next two hours,
If your patient ears will listen,
What we should miss, our work should want to end.

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