Two houses both alike in dignity
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny
In Verona, where we lay our scene
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
A pair of star-bellied lovers take their life
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
And the continuance of their parent’s rage
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
And shall we ‘pon this star-bellied lover’s end meet
To say to one and again: “And to think that I saw it on Verona street.”
CLAUDIUS: Why, what ist this play? I know it not.
‘Tis not i’ the classics nor histories nor past wars fought
HAMLET: Why, ‘tis a play ‘bout what makes evil fathers stop;
‘Tis called -- and rightly, bless my soul-- “Hop On Pop.”
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