By heaven I love thee better than myself; For I come hither arm’d against myself. Stay not, be gone, live, and hereafter say, A madman’s mercy bid thee run away.
PARIS.
I do defy thy conjuration,
And apprehend thee for a felon here.
ROMEO.
Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!
[They fight.]
PAGE.
O lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
[Exit.]
PARIS.
O, I am slain! [Falls.] If thou be merciful,
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
[Dies.]
ROMEO. In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face. Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris!