O Juliette, Juliette, wherefore art thou Juliette?
Deny thy mother and refuse thy name.
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I’ll no longer be a Monster Hunter.
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a Vampire.
What’s Vampire? It is not fang nor blood
…nor any other part
Belonging to the undead. O be some other name.
What’s in a name? That which we call a peach
By any other name would smell as sweet
