Prologue
Act 1 scene 1
A beast with a flaming tail, crimson fur, deadly claws, and with the ability to speak. Stepped on to the stage. His name is Nanaki but goes by Red XIII.
Two gangs,
both alike in dignity,
In fair Midgar,
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 gangs strife.
The fearful passage of
their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance
of their gang's rage,
Which, but their friends 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.