" 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 priteous 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 childrens end, nought could remove , Is now the two hours traffic of our stage ,
The which if you with if you with putient ears attend what here shall miss our toil shall strive tomend."
wrote this off of seths paper so dont think i am stupid for mispelling words peace out .
Izzy | 
