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-crossed lovers take their life,
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, naught 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.

Transulations of prologue

Tow families both the same in status
In a place called Verona where this story is set
From old grudges brakes out a fight from families
Where the people pick sides and blood will be spilt
In the tow families each a child will be born
And they will truly love each outher for ever
But the fight is to strong so they take there own life’s
There death stopped the fight between families
And made love and peace between them once more
But this love did not stay strong for long
So there death did not stop the rage which stayed forever in there families
And that will be what comes fourth on this stage
And if you have attended listen carefully
But for what you miss sight will tack up

By Tobias sonnex