Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mewtiny,
Where civil blood makes civil claws unclean.
From forth the fatal paws of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed cats take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful pawssage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' hissing,
Which, but their children's end, meowt 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.
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mewtiny,
Where civil blood makes civil claws unclean.
From forth the fatal paws of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed cats take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful pawssage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' hissing,
Which, but their children's end, meowt 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.