11 forums, all alike in dignity, In fair KAW, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where noob blood makes farmer hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these 11 foes A pair of noobs lovers take their life; Whole misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their friends strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their friends rage, Which, but their noobs end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' spamming of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.