Two households, both alike in dignity,


In magical Hogwarts, where we lay our scene,


From aged 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 lived their life;


Whole misadventured piteous overthrows


Doth with their union bury their keepers' strife.


The winding passage of their long-mark'd love,


And the continuance of their keepers' rage,


Which, but their own end, nought could remove,


Is now the few hours' traffic of our screen;


The which if you with patient eyes attend,


What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.