This is that banished haughty Montague That murdered my love’s cousin, with which grief is supposed the fair creature died,And here is come to do some villainous shame To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him .Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague. Can vengeance be pursued further than death?Condemnèd villain, I do apprehend thee. Obey and go with me, for thou must die.
I must indeed, and therefore came hither .By heaven, I love thee better than myself, For I come hither armed against myself. Stay not, begone, live, and hereafter say A madman’s mercy bid thee run away.
I do defy thy commination And apprehend thee for a felon here.
Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!(they draw and fight)