William Shakespeare's The Jedi Doth Return: Star Wars Part the Sixth (William Shakespeare's Star Wars, Book 6)
Ian Doescher
Language: English
Pages: 98
ISBN: 2:00243145
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Hot on the heels of the New York Times best seller William Shakespeare's Star Wars comes the next two installments of the original trilogy: William Shakespeare's The Empire Striketh Back and William Shakespeare's The Jed Doth Return. Return to the star-crossed galaxy far, far away as the brooding young hero, a power-mad emperor, and their jesting droids match wits, struggle for power, and soliloquize in elegant and impeccable iambic pentameter. Illustrated with beautiful black-and-white Elizabethan-style artwork, these two plays offer essential reading for all ages. Something Wookiee this way comes!
whip ’twixt tree and tree. What haste their dauntless riders undergo As they fly swiftly past both brush and stumps! The rapid derring-do our scene doth show, And when ’tis over, some shall have their lumps. [Exit chorus. LUKE Jam thou their comlink, center switch! LEIA —’Tis done! LUKE Canst thou yet closer go? Pray, pull aside The one before us. Now I jump aboard His bike, and he is mine and I’m for him. [Luke throws Imperial Scout 3 from his speeder bike, and Imperial Scout 3
news. But with what joy Already I do welcome Luke into My life as brother—there I have no qualms, For he hath been a brother unto me Since first we met. A brother! O, what news! [ To Luke:] It is as if I did already know— Within my heart ’tis like I’ve always known. LUKE Then canst thou see why I must face him now? LEIA Nay, that I cannot see. If he can feel Thee here, then flee anon and save thy life! It is no shame to fly from danger, Luke. I wish that I could fly with thee. LUKE
I may claim knowledge of— EV-9D9 —’Tis well. We have not had a court interpreter Since our great master anger’d was by our Most recent droid of protocol, and had Him thoroughly disintegrated. C-3PO —O! Disintegrated? Fate most vile and cruel! EV-9D9 I prithee, guard, this droid of protocol May useful be. Take him and fit him with A strong restraining bolt, and then return Him unto our great master’s chamber. G. GUARD 2 —Mrk. C-3PO O, R2, do not leave me all alone! [Gamorrean
Anakin’s body lies. 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
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