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 misadventur’d piteous overthrows Doth 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,
...throw your mistempered weapons to the ground...on pain of death all men depart.
-have saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Ay pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer
-I now pronounce you man and wife.
Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s law
...The world affords no law to make thee rich. Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have A dram of poison,
O happy dagger, This is thy sheath. There rust and let me die.