William Shakespeare's The Jedi Doth Return

Both thou and she were hidden safely from
The Emperor just after ye were born.
For he did know, as I do, that the kin
Of Anakin would be a pow’rful threat
Unto his reign of madness, might, and murder.
At birth, the two were separated: thou
Unto thine uncle Owen and thine aunt
Beru, on Tatooine, where I did watch
O’er thee as thou didst grow into a man;
Thy sister to a senator did go,
Apart from thee and thy dread father’s wrath.
There she did grow into a woman fine,
And has, since then, remain’d anonymous.

Luke

[ aside:] O wondrous revelation to my soul!
A sister, and before me comes her face:
For surely Leia is my sister, else
My instincts have no truth in them. What news!
I know not whether to respond with shouts
Of greatest joy, or to shrink back in fear
And paralyzing shock at what we’ve done.
Three times hath she kiss’d me in friendship’s name,
The last of these more passionate than e’er
A sister should upon her sib bestow.
There is an ancient tale of Tatooine,
That tells of Tusken Raider who, through Fate
And circumstance, join’d with his mother in
A bond most strange and quite unnatural.
They liv’d in blissful ignorance of their
Relation until they discover’d it
By chance. And O, what awful times befell!
The Tusken Raider’s mother hang’d herself
Upon a bantha’s horn. The Tusken, in
His agony and grief, pull’d off his mask
And claw’d at his own eyes until they bled,
Then came dislodg’d, and finally pluck’d out.
He fell unto his knees and cried with pain—
Not merely pain to have his eyes remov’d,
But deeper pain that sear’d his very heart.
’Tis said that though he then could see no more,
He saw more clearly than he ever had.
At night, upon the sands of Tatooine,
His howl may still be heard, a warning to
Those who would break the sacred fam’ly bond
Through passions of the body. Shall this be
My fate, for crossing o’er the boundary
That none should cross, e’en once? I’ll warrant: nay.
Not only have I superstitions none,
But our brief moments of affection were
A trifle none could call a love affair.
I now see clearly but still have my eyes,
And may my sister know sans tragedy.
Thus, I do make a solemn, earnest vow:
I shall embrace my royal sister as
A pow’rful ally, and shall show to her
The path that surely leads unto the Force.
[ To Obi-Wan:] ’Tis Leia, aye? My soul doth know ’tis she.

Obi-Wan

Thine instincts serve thee well, Luke. Bury now
These feelings, for they do thee credit but
May be manipulated and abus’d
If e’er the Emperor should learn of them.

Luke