William Shakespeare's The Jedi Doth Return

Rise up, my father—take thy closing flight.
Rise up, my father—stretch toward the sun.
Rise up, my father—man of tragedy,
Rise up, my father—rise, and thus be free.
Now is my heart full heavy, burden’d with
Such muddl’d thoughts that strain my very soul.
Methinks I should be happy, should rejoice
At our sure victory, the Empire crush’d.
Yet how can I make merry when the man
I hardly knew—the father I had wish’d
For years to meet—is come and gone like wind?
O trick of Fortune, cruel-minded Fate!
O wherefore mock at all my hope, my life?
Am I a simple pawn with which thou play’st?
Or hast thou e’er a purpose had for me?
But stop thy tongue now, Luke, thou art misled—
Aye, even as I rant I see my fault.
For why should I blame Fate for thievery
When it was Fate, indeed, that did decree
That I would meet my father, that we two
Would reunite with joy ere he did die?
Should I not thank the blessèd Fate that knit
This fascinating cord of life for me?
I have seen stars, and space, and battles, too,
Have had adventures grand with noble friends,
And at the last, have met my father. Nay,
Not only met, but witness’d his rebirth.
And therefore, I declare with gratitude
That I do thank the Fate that brought me here,
E’en to this tragic pyre on which he’s laid.
Now this is sure: whate’er befall me now,
I am a better man for having known
The one whose name I bear: e’en Anakin.

EnterHAN SOLO, PRINCESS LEIA, CHEWBACCA, C-3PO, R2-D2, LANDO OF CALRISSIAN, WEDGE ANTILLES, ADMIRAL ACKBAR, otherREBELS, andEWOKS, celebrating. EnterCHORUS.

Chorus

The rebels meet with joy to celebrate,
Their singing and their music fill the air.
The Empire is defeated in its hate,
And now Rebellion takes its respite rare.
The Jedi Luke looks up and sees three men—
Their countenances shine in bluish light—
’Tis Yoda, Obi-Wan, and Anakin
Who come e’en from the grave to share this night.
All who did fight together come as one,
And give unto each other their embrace.
O’er this scene merry falls the setting sun;
Not till ’tis day shall they the future face.

Han

Our mouths with mirth and laughter raise a din,
Our feet with glee and triumph stomp the ground,
Our bodies are awake and full of life,
Our souls are heal’d from Empire’s treachery.

Leia

New hope did guide our first adventures, aye,
Until the Empire harshly struck us back,
But then our noble Jedi hath return’d
And all ensur’d our victory was won.

Luke

We stop, e’en as our epic play doth end,
To thank thee for thy gracious company.
Our star wars now are ended, for a time—
The song of peace bursts forth in perfect rhyme.