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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 crossed
lovers take their life, Whose misadventured pitieous overthrows doth with
their death, Burry their parents strife.The fearful passage of their death
marked love,And the continuance of their parents rage,Which but thier childrens
end not could remove, Is now the two hours traffic of our stage.
