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 families similar in respect and honour, In the City of verona where we set our stage, from old grudge to new rebellion where civilian blood makes civilian hands dirty. From the important loins of these two enemies A pair of lovers prevented from each other take their life whose misfortunate events desirving overthrows Do with their death hides their parents disagreement, The feared change of their death pattered-love And the continuing of their parents anger, which,their children could not undo Is now 2h of movement on our stage; Which if you listen carefully, what here should miss,our work shall improve to heal.