  Enter Chorus. Chor. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,[3] From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,[3] Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.[3] From forth the fatal loins of these two foes[3] 5 A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;[3] Whose misadventured piteous overthrows[3] Do with their death bury their parents' strife.[3] The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,[3] And the continuance of their parents' rage,[3] 10 Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,[3] Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;[3] The which if you with patient ears attend,[3] What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.[3] FOOTNOTES: |
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