Two households, both alike in dignity - Two equally respectable families, In fair Verona where we lay our scene - In beautiful Verona, where our play takes place, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny - From old arguments to new battles, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean - Where blood is spilled, staining hands and ruining lives, From forth the fatal loins of these two foes - Born of these two bitter enemies, A pair of starcross’d lovers take their life - Two young lovers kill themselves, Whose misadventured, piteous overthrows - Whose unfortunate attempts to change their fate, Do with their death, bury their parents’ strife. - Ends the family feud with their untimely death, The fearful passage of their death marked love, - The tragic story of their doomed love, And the continuance of their parents’ rage  - And the constant arguments between the parents, Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove  - Which nothing but their children's deaths could end, Is now the two hours traffic of our stage - Is now the two hour play you are about to see, The which if you with patient ears attend - Which if you listen carefully, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. - Anything you missed in the prologue will be included,

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