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.

Two houses with equal honor and respect

In the city of Verona we set up our stage

An new grudge causes rebellion against authorities

innocent blood makes innocent people murderers

The important loins of these two enemies

A pair of lovers prevented from each other take their lives

Whose misfortune events deserving overthrows

their death hides their parents disagreement

The feared passage of their death marked love

and the continuing of their parents anger

which their children couldn’t stop

is now 2 hours of movement on our stage

to which you listen carefully

what we miss we will improve to heal