[Exeunt General Rieekan and aide. Han Solo and Princess Leia begin to walk toward the transport.
C-3PO—Prithee, wait for me![As they make their way to the ship, a wall falls in their path.
HANThe battle is within the very walls,And ev’ry portent tells of dread and doom.[Into comlink:] Good transport, this is Solo. Take your leave—Our way has now become a wayward thing,All fill’d with mounds of ice that block our path.This moment calls for quick decision. Thus,I shall with Leia flee on Falcon’s wings.[Han Solo and Princess Leia run the other way, toward the Millennium Falcon, shutting the door against C-3PO.
C-3POBut wait, where do you go? Pray, do come back!Most typical this is. O wretched fate,To be deserted by my friends most dear.These human beings care but little forUs droids who ever serve with loyalty.Thus shall I end my days within this base,A frozen remnant of the rebels’ stayOn Hoth. Belike one day explorers shallDiscover this defeated base, shall digInto its core and find a golden droidWhose final resting place was ice and snow.“Who would abandon such a lovely droid?”No doubt this shall be their response when theyEspy me here. “What wretched humans wouldLeave such a one as this alone to rot?”I shudder at this thought, let it not be!O open up your hearts unto my kind,Then open wide this door for kindness’ sake![The door opens.
HANAnon, thou goldenrod, thou heap of scrap,Else shalt thou ever stay within this baseAnd make thyself a lasting icy grave.C-3PO[aside:] This man is both the reason for my painAnd for my joy. My gratitude o’erflows![They enter the Millennium Falcon.
HAN[to Chewbacca:] Now wherefore doth the ship not function right?LEIAPray, would it help if I did disembarkAnd push with all a princess’ might upon’t?HANBelike!C-3PO—Pray, Captain Solo, Captain Solo!HANTut!C-3PO—It shall wait.LEIA—This bucket full of boltsShall ne’er beyond that blockade make escape.We may as well depart the base aboardA tauntaun’s furry back!HAN—The ship hath yetSurprising, keen maneuvers, sweetheart. Watch!The ship protects us with its lasers trueAgainst th’Imperi’l troops who come at us.See, Princess, see? Now Chewie, let us fly,And hope we shall not burn the engine out.Repairs are made—let us repair to space!LEIAOne day thou shalt be wrong, and well I hopeI shall bear witness to thy failure great.HANAnon, Chewbacca, lead us to our fate
