William Shakespeare's The Jedi Doth Return

Dear Master Yoda, one thing in me burns—
The question that is flame 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