Disclaimer: No, I'm not Shakespeare and I didn't write his plays… But for the record, it's all in the public domain anyway, so no one can really sue me…
"He jests at scars that never felt a wound," Romeo laughed scornfully at Mercutio's teasing as he ran to Juliet's window. He thought he knew the way, even though he had only been to the Capulet house a few times. A light appeared above him and he stopped, "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?" His heart began to pound as he saw the figure emerge.
"Ay me! Oh Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."
But it was not Juliet who spoke those words.
"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague?" Tybalt continued, "It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself!"
Romeo sat stunned in the bushes. He could think of nothing to say except:
"Oops... Wrong balcony..."