Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whose 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.
Two Families both as wealthy as each other, They both live in Verona (where the story starts), the families had a feud long long ago, but now people of Verona are fighting with/for the two families. But now these families have had children The two lovers will both die; and the families have to end the feud And now their death has stopped the family troubles. This story is leading to their death, the parents are still fighting, and the childrens death can not be undone, and you are about to watch this play, now listen and be patient , and here is the rest of the story…….