Come my child and let me tell you a classic love story but without a happily ever after.

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. 5

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-crossd lovers take their life;

Whose misadventurd piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parents strife.

The fearful passage of their death-markd love, 10

And the continuance of their parents rage,

Which, but their childrens end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours traffick of our stage;

The which if you with patient ears attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

( laugh) Yes, yes. May I carry on with the story?