William Shakespeare's The Jedi Doth Return

’Tis right, R2, we go to Dagobah—
A promise must I keep to my old friend.
[ Aside:

] This glove I place upon my injur’d hand,The hand that in the fight with Jabba was
The sore recipient of blaster’s touch.
O hand, replete with wires and gears that move,
With glove of black I cover the machine
That lies within the skinlike covering,
Which once a medic droid hath grafted on.
How strange this hand, which feeleth like my flesh
Yet is such stuff as droids are made of. Cold
And dead, yet living, this is a device
That serves me well but represents a dark
And dismal fate. Aye, with this hand I have
Become yet one step closer to the man
Whose path I fear, yet wish to understand:
Darth Vader, who my father claims to be.
Indeed, I do believe his claim is true,
But shall ask Yoda to confirm his words.
If he my father is, what shall it mean
For the Rebellion and for my own soul?
Shall my relations govern all my days,
Or may I yet escape mine origins?
Shall all the father’s sins be visited
Upon the child, or shall I triumph yet?
Be with me, all ye Jedi past and gone—
I fly unto that place where first I learn’d
From Yoda, who is small, yet greater e’en
Than all my pow’rs or Master Obi-Wan.
With joy, I fly from here to see his face,
With hope, I fly to him to learn the truth,
With fear, I fly to him to know my path,
With expectation great, I fly to him.

EnterYODA.

Look now, he comes—alas, how ag’d he seems!

Yoda

That face thou dost make:
Look I so old to young eyes,
My body so frail?

Luke

Nay, nay, good master! Perish such a thought.

Yoda

I do, aye, I do.
Sick and weak have I become,
Elderly and tir’d.
And yet, I ask thee:
When nine hundred years thou hast,
Shalt thou look better?
Soon shall I have rest,
Forever sleep, as all do.
Earnèd it I have.

Luke

But what is this? Thou art an aging soul,
Yet wherefore speakest thou of death’s embrace?
Good Master Yoda, cease: thou mayst not die.

Yoda

Verily, ’tis true,
With the Force pow’rful am I,
Yet not that pow’rful.
Twilight is on me
And thence comes night. ’Tis the way
For all in the Force.

Luke

Yet I have need of thy good help, for here
I stand, return’d, prepar’d my training to
Complete. What should I do without thine aid?

Yoda

No further training
Dost thou require, for thou hast
All thou e’er shalt need.

Luke

Forsooth, ’tis true: I am a Jedi now.

Yoda

Be thou not so sure,
For still Vader remaineth.
Thou must confront him.
Then, and only then,
A true Jedi shalt thou be.
And face him thou shalt.

Luke