Doth with their death bury their parents' strife. Two households, both alike in dignity

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

And the continuance of their parents' rage,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

Which, but their children's end, naught could
remove,

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life,

The which, if you with patient ears attend,

Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows

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

1. Label the three quatrains

2. Label the couplet

3. Label the rhyme scheme

4. Label the rhythm pattern for the first line only

5. Translate the lines of the sonnet