romeo and juliet prolouge split in half

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

Whole mis

adventured piteous overthrows

Do with

their death bury their parents' strife.

The fearful

passage of their death-mark'd love

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

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