Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
Put not another sin upon my head,
By urging me to fury; O, be gone!
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 bade thee run away.
Paris. I do defy thy [conjurations]
And apprehend thee for a felon here.
Romeo. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy! [They fight.