ChorusTwo households, both alike in dignity,²
In fair³ Verona, where we lay our scene,⁴
From ancient grudge,⁵ break to new mutiny,⁶
Where civil⁷ blood makes civil⁸ hands unclean.⁹
From forth10the fatal11loins of these two foes12
A pair of star-crossed13lovers take14their life,
Whose misadventured15piteous overthrows16
Doth with their death bury17their parents’ strife.
The fearful18passage19of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but20their children’s end, naught21could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic22of our stage,
The which if you with patient ears attend,23
What here shall...