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Put not another sin upon my head They fight.
By urging me to fury. O be gone. (Exit Page.)
By heaven I love thee better than myself, (Paris dies.)
For I come hither arm’d against myself. [65]
Stay not, be gone, live, and hereafter say
A mad man’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! [70]

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O Lord, they fight! I will go call the Watch.

PARIS

O, I am slain! If thou be merciful,
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

ROMEO

In faith I will. Let me peruse this face.
Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris! [75]
What said my man, when my betossed soul
Did not attend him, as we rode? I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet.
Said he not so? Or did I dream it so?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, [80]
To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book.
I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave.
A grave? O no, a lantern, slaughter’d youth.
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes [85]
This vault a feasting presence, full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr’d.
How oft when men are at the point of death