Prolouge to Romeo and Juliet

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair verona, where we lay or scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civial blood makes civial hands unclean,
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life,
Whose misadventures piteous overthrows,
Do with their death bury their parents rage,
Which, but their childrens 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.