In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break new 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.”

“Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word

By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,”

“ Here’s much to do with hate, but more to do with love.

Why then, O brawling love! O brawling hate!”

“ Love is smoke raised with the fume of sighs;

Being purged, a fire sparking in lovers’ eyes;”

“ By giving liberty unto thine eyes:

Act 1 Sc. 4 Line 27-28 Mercutio

Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.”

For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,

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