Alright I know a story....along time ago, bout of Two households, both alike in dignity,
In Verona Beach,
ancient grudges break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole 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.
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