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;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful 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.
Two families similar in pride
in the city of Verona, Italy (where the scene is set)
A really old grudge between the two families gets way worse
Civilians join sides and fight each other
it was their fate from birth tat they would die
two destined lovers commit suicide
their tragic deaths end the fighting between the families
for the two hours we are on stage we will show the story of their love and their death
the only thing that could bury their families rage
, If that was not clear enough then just listen with patient ears and we shall try to help you understand.
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