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