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Prologue, The Choice
Two households both alike in dignity,
In fair San Clemente, 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 friends,
One star-crossed man takes his life,
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with his death bury that ancient strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked friendship,
And the continuance of their ancient rage,
Which, but their untimely end, naught could remove,
Is now the hours' traffic of our stage,
The which if you with patient eyes attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
---Quoted from Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet"
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