Two WORD, both alike in dignity,
In fair WORD, where we lay our scene,
From ancient WORD 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 WORD take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their WORD bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their WORD love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could WORD,
Is now the WORD hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with WORD WORD attend,
What here shall WORD, our toil shall strive to mend.