ACT 1
TV REPORTER PROLOGUE
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;
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
