Star-crossed lovers,

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 to foes
A pair of star-crossed loves take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked 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 ear attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou romeo?
My love sprung from my only hate.


me is sad with their ending.