Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Dallas, Texas, 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 misadventured piteous overthrows Do 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, 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. This is the story of two star crossed lovers that fight for each other no matter what. Everyone around them disapproves of their relationship, but will love prevail? Or will they be doomed to a life of lonesome separation?