The 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; 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 I am a child of a Money hungry, prideful country Grass is green and it's always sunny Hands so bloody, tastes like honey I'm finding it hard to leave I am a child of a money hungry, prideful country Grass is green and it's always sunny Hands so bloody, tastes like honey I'm finding it hard to leave