Luke
O, search thy feelings, father. Thou canst not
Do this to me. I feel the conflict rise
Within thee. Let thy hatred go, be free!
Vader
It is too late for me, my son. I shall
Deliver thee unto the Emperor.
’Tis he who shall reveal to thee the true
And pow’rful nature of the Force. He is
Thy master now, and thou shalt serve him well.
Luke
Then may I say these words with confidence:
My father who once liv’d is truly dead.
[Exeunt Luke Skywalker with stormtroopers guarding.
Vader
O what a rogue and peasant Sith am I.
This turmoil in my spirit doth not suit
A dark and vicious warlord like myself.
My son a rebel—fickle-minded Fate
That e’er would be so cruel to have me see’t!
And not a simple rebel, nay, but he
A hero, noble, brave, and true, a lad
Whose character befits his parentage.
Were he within the Empire’s ranks employ’d,
I would be proud to govern by his side.
A worthy lad is he, of virtues full,
A Jedi Knight and pow’rful in the Force,
A brave, courageous, cunning warrior,
A shadow of my former, noble self.
Yet if he will not turn he’ll be destroy’d.
O shall it be? The strands of Fate do seem
To wind themselves about my neck as if
To strangle me and drag me down into
The measureless, uncharted depths of my
Beloved Emperor’s most perfect will.
Thus shall I drown within the dark side’s pulclass="underline"
A murky grave to bury Vader’s soul.
The rudder of my conscience runs not straight,
Thus am I tow’d along toward my Fate.
[Exit.
Act IV
Scene 1.
The forest moon of Endor.
Enter HAN SOLO, PRINCESS LEIA, CHEWBACCA , C-3PO, R2-D2, Wicket, Paploo, and several REBELS.
Leia
The entrance to the bunker where the Death
Star’s shield controllèd is lies just beyond
That landing platform there. To get inside,
Without revealing our intent shall not
Be easy.
Han
—Fear thou not. Chewbacca and
Myself have enter’d places that were far
More heavily protected than this one.
The tales I could relate—another time.
Wicket
Na nubba nubba,
Weeva nubba,
Nozza wayza,
Yubba yubba.
C-3PO
N’ketcha ketcha,
Yuzza betcha,
Yuzza surra,
Netcha, netcha.
Wicket
Suki, suki,
Nahgoh luki,
Nahyoo siya,
Ch’buki uki.
Leia
I prithee, 3PO, what doth he say?
C-3PO
’Tis news that shall delight, good Princess, for
It renders our assault yet easier.
A secret entrance may be found along
The other side of this great ridge.
Han
—’Tis well.
So let us hence and find this hidden way.
[The group of rebels and Ewoks walks to a new location.
Leia
[ aside:] What circumstance unlikely doth befall—
A group of hardy rebels makes its way
Unto a battle with the Empire vile.
Such enterprise of pith and moment, yet
Here are we by these furry creatures led.
What unexpected allies! Aye, what strange
But needed friends these noble scamps may prove.
There is a saying back on Alderaan—
Or rather, should I say, there us’d to be
For now no sayings there are heard at all—
“There should for no one greater welcome be
Than one who is an unexpected guest.”
So do we welcome these small ones unto
Our great and just Rebellion, these who are
Both meek and full of childlike eagerness.
Yet even as these words escape my lips,
Another thought unfolds itself to me:
It is not we who welcome them; I err.
For ’tis their moon, their home, their dwelling place.
’Tis surely they who kindly welcome us,
’Tis truly they to whom our thanks are due,
’Tis certain they are far more brave than we,
’Tis verily their home for which they fight.
But still thy tongue, the bunker now is near.
Han
[ to Paploo:] Thou hast a back door found, thy hairiness?
’Tis welclass="underline" from furry mouths come good ideas.
Paploo
[ to Wicket:] Ba’chua ba’chua,
Megoh ga’chua,
Megoh gennem,
Fa’chua, fa’chua.
Enter several IMPERIAL SCOUTS near the bunker. Paploo walks toward them.
Han
[ to Leia:] There are not many guards nearby; to gain
The upper hand should not prove difficult.
Leia
And yet it needeth merely one to sound
A loud alarm that brings the fleet entire.
Han
Forsooth, then quietlike our moves shall be.
Wicket
[ to C-3PO:] N’unka unka,
Paploo flunka,
Heeza gennem,
Bunka, bunka.
C-3PO
O my! Good Princess Leia, I do fear
Our small befurr’d companion hath set on
An errand rash.
Chewbac.
—Auugh!
[All watch as Paploo approaches the scouts.
Leia
—Fie! The little beast
Doth make his way unto a certain death.
Belike these guards shall blast him into bits.
Han
And further: our surprise attack is gone.
We may not have another chance as this.
[Paploo suddenly boards a speeder bike and flies off into the distance.
Scout 1
Alack! That beast hath ta’en the speeder bike!
We shall not let the imp steal from us so!
Scout 2
Let us fly hence and after him!
Scout 3
—Away!
[Imperial Scouts 1, 2, and 3 mount their bikes and chase Paploo.
Han
A clever ruse for one who is no more
Than a mere lump of matted fur. He hath
Succeeded in his plan, for now behold:
Just one is left. [ To C-3PO:] Remain here and await
Our swift return.
C-3PO
—Though I am but a droid,
My will is yet my own. I shall decide
What course to take, and have decided it
Shall better be if R2 and myself
Remain here.
Han
—Well consider’d, goldenrod.
Now let us go, my friends, and make our way
Unto the bunker. Guard, what ho?
[Han Solo approaches another Imperial scout.