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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 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 childrean's end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;

The which is you with patient ears attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

- Romeo & Juliet, William Shakespeare