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Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutinyviolent disorder or rebellion,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loinsthe part of the body associated with producing children; here, parentage 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, noughtnothing 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.
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