Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere
oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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.
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.