Prologue
Two men, alike in history
In fair Spira, where we lay our scene
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny
Where untainted blood cleanse tainted hands of sin
From the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of fate-decided lover repaired their lives
The fearful passage of their strife-marked love
And the continuance of their friends' sorrow
Which, but their hardship's end, naught could remove
Is now the numerous pages of our retelling
The which if you with patient eyes attend
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend
Note: Prologue of William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. The changes, however, belongs to me.