>>1124749Two countries, both alike in dignity,
In fair /bant/, where we lay our scene,
From ancient memes 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 who hijack a thread;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their love bury their countries' strife.
The passage of their homosexual love (the purest form of all love),
And the continuance of their countries' rage,
Which, but their citizen'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.
