This text is used in our interview with Louis Colaianni.
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- 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.