“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-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife. The fearful passage of their death-marked love And the continuance of their parents’ rage, Which, but their children’s end, naught 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.” -ѕнaкєѕρєαяє٫ ρяσℓσgυє.

“Juliet, Juliet, wh're art thee, mine own love?” Romeo’s voice reverberations in the dim lighting of Friar Lawrence’s cell. Cautious is what Romeo hadst to beest aft'r the Prince ordered that gent beest banished from the city of Verona.

Then, out measures thee, the one that gent hadst desp'rately been wishing to seeth aft'r the tidings of his banishment. “Juliet!” Is the relieved response once thee maketh yourself known. “Your beauty is incomparable, coequal to the stars in the sky. Thy eyes art so bright, if thy eyes weren’t in thy headeth and w're in the night sky, the birds wouldst singeth and bethink t w're night!”

Romeo takes thy handeth and twines thy fingers togeth'r with his. His headeth tilts liketh yond of a questioning puppy.

“I knoweth you’ve hadst thy reservations about departing Verona and thy parents, but I believeth thee shouldst consid'r coming with me to Mantua. Then, mine own fair dame, we can finally beest togeth'r, without our families’ int'rf'rence. Prithee, loveth, I wouldst slay myself if t w're thy wisheth. I cannot beareth to beest apart from you.” Romeo murmurs.