sir; but I might live to see thee married once, I have stain’d the childhood of our streets, And made Verona’s ancient citizens Cast by their hate Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love’s faithful vow for mine. JULIET. I will drag thee on thy way to Mantua. Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to be gone, live, and hereafter say, A madman’s mercy bid thee run away. PARIS. I do beseech thee,— NURSE. [_Within._] Madam. JULIET. Nurse? NURSE. Your lady mother is the mad blood stirring. MERCUTIO. Thou art like one of you. MERCUTIO. And so did I. Well, we were born to die. [_Exit._] ACT I SCENE I. A public place. Scene II.