From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, A pair of star crossed lovers take their life.īubble, bubble, toil and trouble. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Two households both alike in dignity in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. Which but their children's end not could remove, Is now the two hours traffic of our stage. The fearful passage of their death marked love, And the continuance of their parents rage. Whose misadventured piteous overthrows doth with their death. A pair of star crossed lovers take their life. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
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