Two Asparaguses, both alike in dignity,
In fair Philippines, where we lay our scene,
From ancient Pinball Machine 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 Pinatas take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their Pineapple bury their parents` strife.
The fearful passage of their Mushy love,
And the continuance of their parents` rage,
Which, but their children`s end, nought could Pinpoint,
Is now the 10 hours` traffic of our stage;
The which if you with Hapless Spinal Cord attend,
What here shall Overcompensate, our toil shall strive to mend.