*The Shakespeare poem is the pink and the translation is the black line under the pink.*
Two households, both alike in dignity,
Two families that are the same social class
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
They both live in Verona
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
There is a very long feud between the families
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
They have had enough of each other and have started fighting
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
The two enemies both hurt each other badly
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Lovers form opposite fighting families kill themselves
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
their idea didn't work out the way the had planned it too
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
they don't have to worry about their parents objecting the idea of dating the enemy
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
They loved each other so that it changed the way their parents thought
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Their parents are less angry
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Their children died changing the feud that they thought would never go away
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
Now they are starting the play
The which if you with patient ears attend,
He is now telling the audience to listen because the scene is starting
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
He didn't tell the whole story so now it is the audiences turn to fill in the holes
Two households, both alike in dignity,
Two families that are the same social class
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
They both live in Verona
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
There is a very long feud between the families
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
They have had enough of each other and have started fighting
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
The two enemies both hurt each other badly
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Lovers form opposite fighting families kill themselves
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
their idea didn't work out the way the had planned it too
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
they don't have to worry about their parents objecting the idea of dating the enemy
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
They loved each other so that it changed the way their parents thought
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Their parents are less angry
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Their children died changing the feud that they thought would never go away
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
Now they are starting the play
The which if you with patient ears attend,
He is now telling the audience to listen because the scene is starting
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
He didn't tell the whole story so now it is the audiences turn to fill in the holes