O Juliette, Juliette, wherefore art thou Juliette?Deny thy mother and refuse thy name.Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my loveAnd 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 partBelonging to the undead. O be some other name.What’s in a name? That which we call a peachBy any other name would smell as sweet