Here's my en-tree. The wording is a bit flowery
Juliet:
O Romorel, Romorel! wherefern art thou Romorel?
Deny thy father and refuse thy neem;
Or, if thou Wilt nut, be but sworn my love vine,
And I'll no longer bee a Capricot.
Romorel:
Shall I hear morel, or shall I speak at thistle?
Juliet:
'Tis but vine name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, thoak not a Montreegue.
What's Montreegue? it is nor petal, nor root,
Nor stigma, nor style, nor any other part
Belonging to a plant. O, bee some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.