The 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-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

I am a child of a money hungry, prideful country

Grass is green and it's always sunny

Hands so bloody, tastes like honey

I'm finding it hard to leave

I am a child of a Money hungry, prideful country

Grass is green and it's always sunny

Hands so bloody, tastes like honey

I'm finding it hard to leave

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