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"Two people, both alike in strife,
In fair Leslieville, where we lay our scene,
From this grudge breaks to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal knife of two foes
A young woman gets killed by fear'd Will;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with her death heighten friendships' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd song,
And the continuance of their friends' rages,
Which, but their woman'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."