2. Two households, both alike in equal dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood make civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, naught 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.
4. Two house holds , both alike in dignity,
Two families, both equally respected,
5. Two house holds , both alike in dignity,
Two families, both equally respected,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
6. Two house holds , both alike in dignity,
Two families, both equally respected
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
This all takes place in beautiful Verona.
7. Two house holds , both alike in dignity,
Two families, both equally respected,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
This all takes place in beautiful Verona.
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
8. Two house holds , both alike in dignity,
Two families, both equally respected,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
This all takes place in beautiful Verona.
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
A long standing hatred breaks into new violence
9. Two house holds , both alike in dignity,
Two families, both equally respected
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
This all takes place in beautiful Verona.
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny
A long standing hatred breaks into new violence
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
10. Two house holds , both alike in dignity,
Two families, both equally respected,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
This all takes place in beautiful Verona.
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
A long standing hatred breaks into new violence,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
citizens stain their hands w/the blood of fellow citizens.
11. Two house holds , both alike in dignity,
Two families, both equally respected
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
This all takes place in beautiful Verona.
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny
A long standing hatred breaks into new violence
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
citizens stain their hands w/the blood of fellow citizens
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
12. Two house holds , both alike in dignity,
Two families, both equally respected
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
This all takes place in beautiful Verona.
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
A long standing hatred breaks into new violence
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
citizens stain their hands w/the blood of fellow citizens
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
Two unlucky children from these opposing families
13. Two house holds , both alike in dignity,
Two families, both equally respected
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
This all takes place in beautiful Verona.
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
A long standing hatred breaks into new violence
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean,
citizens stain their hands w/the blood of fellow citizens
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
Two unlucky children from these opposing families
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;
14. Two house holds , both alike in dignity,
Two families, both equally respected
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
This all takes place in beautiful Verona.
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
A long standing hatred breaks into new violence
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
citizens stain their hands w/the blood of fellow citizens
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
Two unlucky children from these opposing families
A pair of star crossed lovers take their life;
Become lovers and commit suicide
17. Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
18. Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
Bury their parents quarrel and anger.
19. Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
Bury their parents quarrel and anger.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
20. Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
Bury their parents quarrel and anger.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
The sad story of their doomed love,
21. Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
Bury their parents quarrel and anger.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
The sad story of their doomed love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
22. Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
Bury their parents quarrel and anger.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
The sad story of their doomed love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
And the persistence of their parents anger,
23. Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
Bury their parents quarrel and anger.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
The sad story of their doomed love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
And the persistence of their parents anger,
Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove,
24. Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
Bury their parents quarrel and anger.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
The sad story of their doomed love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
And the persistence of their parents anger,
Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove,
Which could not end, without the death of their children,
25. Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
Bury their parents quarrel and anger.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
The sad story of their doomed love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
And the persistence of their parents anger,
Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove,
Which could not end, without the death of their children
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
26. Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
Bury their parents quarrel and anger.
The fearful passage of their death marked love,
The sad story of their doomed love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
And the persistence of their parents’ anger,
Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove,
Which, could not end, without the death of their children,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
Is what you will see acted out in the next two
hours;
27. Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
Bury their parents quarrel and anger.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
The sad story of their doomed love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
And the persistence of their parents anger,
Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove,
Which, could not end, without the death of their children
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
Is what you will see acted out in the next two hours;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
28. Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
Bury their parents quarrel and anger.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
The sad story of their doomed love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
And the persistence of their parents anger,
Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove,
Which, could not end, without the death of their children
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
Is what you will see acted out in the next two hours;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
If you listen patiently,
29. Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
Bury their parents quarrel and anger.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
The sad story of their doomed love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
And the persistence of their parents anger,
Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove,
Which, could not end, without the death of their children
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
Is what you will see acted out in the next two hours;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
If you listen patiently,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
30. Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
Bury their parents quarrel and anger.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
The sad story of their doomed love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
And the persistence of their parents anger
Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove,
Which, could not end, without the death of their children
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
Is what you will see acted out in the next two hours;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
If you listen patiently,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
We’ll make up for everything we left out of this
introduction, our work on stage will fix.
31. Two households, both alike in equal dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood make civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, naught 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.
32. Two families, both equally respected
this all takes place in beautiful Verona
A long standing hatred breaks into new violence
And citizens stain their hands with the blood of fellow citizens
Two unlucky children from these opposing families
Become lovers and commit suicide:
Their unfortunate, pitiful deaths
Bury their parents quarreling and anger.
The sad story of their doomed love
And the persistence of their parents anger
Which could not end without the death of their children,
Is what you’ll see acted out in the next two hours.
If you listen patiently
We’ll make up for everything we left out of this introduction,
