ROMEO: Go! go! By God, I swear I love you better than I love myself, for I've come here armed to do myself harm. Run! Live, and from now on say that you were spared by a madman's mercy.
PARIS: Damn your pleas! I arrest you as a criminal.
ROMEO: Will you provoke me? Then let's go, boy!
PAGE: Oh lord, they're fighting! I'll call the watch!
PARIS: Oh. I am slain. If you are merciful, open the tomb and lay me next to Juliet.