William Shakespeare's The Jedi Doth Return Read Online Free PDF

inside my bones,
    Whose answer may yet kindle hate or love,
    I know not which. Yet still it must be ask’d:
    Darth Vader—tell me true—is he my father?
    YODA
    ’Tis time for my rest.
    Time for my sleep eternal,
    ’Tis no time for truth.
    LUKE
    Thou wouldst protect me from this knowledge,
    which
    May difficult and painful be. In this
    Thou showest care for me, and hast my thanks—
    But Yoda, full of heart, I must needs know.
    YODA
    [
aside:
] Alack, he knows all.
    Now may I only speak truth:
    Only truth lives on.
    [
To Luke:
] Thy father he is.
    Told you, did he? Unforeseen
    This is. Distressing.
    LUKE
    Distressing that at length I learn the truth?
    YODA
    Nay, nay! Distressing
    That thou hast rush’d to face him.
    Not ready wert thou.
    Thy training not done,
    The field of thy heart unplow’d,
    The burden, too much.
    LUKE
    Forgive me, for I knew not what I did.
    YODA
    Remember, my Luke,
    A Jedi’s strength from the Force
    Doth come. But beware.
    Anger, fear, hatred—
    From the dark side they all come;
    Its minions they are.
    Once thou hast enter’d
    In the dark path infernal,
    Abandon all hope.
    The powers of the
    Emperor, thou shouldst never
    Underestimate.
    Else thy father’s fate,
    Shall, in turn, become thine own:
    Let not this transpire.
    When I have gone, slept,
    The last of the Jedi shalt
    Thou be, thou alone.
    Attend, Luke! The Force
    Is strong with thy family:
    Pass on what thou learn’dst.
    These final words now
    With my last breath I utter:
    O hear well, brave Luke.
    This is our hope: there
    Is another Skywalker.
    The rest silence is.
    [Yoda dies.
    LUKE
    Good night, sweet Jedi, noble, wise, and true.
    So gentle was he, and too quickly gone.
    O Fate, what hast thou brought into my life—
    How shall I live when all I love have died?
    Yet all things die, and all things pass away,
    And all is like the sweeping of the stars
    As one doth pass through lightspeed’s rapid blaze.
    We know ’tis true: no mortal does not know
    That all are born to feed insatiate death.
    But O, what grief we meet along the way:
    The knowledge something beautiful is lost,
    The deep regret for all unspoken words—
    Profound remorse for healing never giv’n.
    To wish to hold the dead one’s hand again,
    To picture a love’s smile, and know it gone:
    These are the pains that human life doth bring,
    The heartache and the thousand nat’ral shocks
    That flesh is heir to. Death shall not be tam’d,
    It shall not lose its victory or sting,
    Yet it shall never have the best of us
    If in our living we have truly liv’d.
    To love with bliss, to fight for righteousness,
    To heed adventure’s call, to cry with joy,
    To laugh amidst life’s greatest heights and depths:
    This is the living that doth conquer death,
    So e’en though it shall come, we shall not fear’t.
    These lessons let my master’s death teach me,
    That my life shall esteem his memory.
    R2-D2
    [
aside:
] O gift of Fate, that he my master is!
    [
To Luke:
] Beep, meep, beep, whistle, meep, beep, whistle, squeak!
    LUKE
    I cannot face the future by myself,
    What shall I do, R2? I am alone—
    The only Jedi left to bear the name.
    It may be this responsibility
    Is far too great for such a one as I.
    How can I bear the burden by myself?
    Enter
G HOST OF O BI -W AN K ENOBI .
    OBI-WAN
    Nay, not alone, for Yoda always shall
    Remain with thee.
    LUKE
    —My soul, ’tis Obi-Wan!
    [
Aside:
] Now e’en though he of ghostly matter’s made,
    He shall anon give answer for his words.
    [
To Obi-Wan:
] Good Ben, it warms my heart to see thee here,
    Yet I must ask thee to explain thyself—
    Pray, wherefore hast thou not reveal’d the thing
    That thou didst know? Thou said’st my father had
    By Vader been betray’d and murderèd.
    Ne’er hast thou said that he my father is!
    OBI-WAN
    [
aside:
] I never did imagine that, in death,
    I would be call’d upon to justify
    The words I spoke in life. ’Twas well I spoke
    Not of the midi-chlorians to Luke,
    For then he would have endless