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Prologue (with dialogue by Edwina Moore) |
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"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 starcross'd lovers take their life. |
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Whose misadventur'd 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 continuence of their parents' rage |
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which, but their childrens' end, naught could remove, |
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is now the two hour's traffic of our stage." |