Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
What here shall miss, our toils shall strive to mend.
The which if you with patient ears attend,
Which, but their children’s end naught could remove,
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
are fated to be together and will commit suicide;
where civil people are acting uncivilized.
The tragic love story
Will with their death, end the families’ feud.
Their unlucky, tragic actions
ended by the death of their children,
is an old fight that is resurfacing,
We (actors) will work to clear up an-ything we left out of this prologue.
The kids of these two enemies
in Verona, where the story takes place,
is what you (the audience) will be watching in this 2 hour long play.
and ongoing family fighting,
Two families of the same social and economic standing,
If you (the audience) listen well and pay attention,
