’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 wasThe sore recipient of blaster’s touch.O hand, replete with wires and gears that move,With glove of black I cover the machineThat lies within the skinlike covering,Which once a medic droid hath grafted on.How strange this hand, which feeleth like my fleshYet is such stuff as droids are made of. ColdAnd dead, yet living, this is a deviceThat serves me well but represents a darkAnd dismal fate. Aye, with this hand I haveBecome yet one step closer to the manWhose 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 meanFor 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 visitedUpon 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’dFrom Yoda, who is small, yet greater e’enThan 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!YodaThat face thou dost make:Look I so old to young eyes,My body so frail?LukeNay, nay, good master! Perish such a thought.YodaI 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.LukeBut what is this? Thou art an aging soul,Yet wherefore speakest thou of death’s embrace?Good Master Yoda, cease: thou mayst not die.YodaVerily, ’tis true,With the Force pow’rful am I,Yet not that pow’rful.Twilight is on meAnd thence comes night. ’Tis the wayFor all in the Force.LukeYet I have need of thy good help, for hereI stand, return’d, prepar’d my training toComplete. What should I do without thine aid?YodaNo further trainingDost thou require, for thou hastAll thou e’er shalt need.LukeForsooth, ’tis true: I am a Jedi now.YodaBe 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