The odds of rescuing a princess: low.The odds of smuggler turning rebel: lower.The odds of ending th’Death Star: lowest yet!I tell thee, droid: assail me not with odds!LEIA[aside:] Behold, what keen maneuvers doth he make,And how, like Gungans sinking in the swamp,Our enemies do fall behind us, slain.What bravery he showeth for my sake.HANIf you recall, Your Highness, you did hopeYou would bear witness to my failure great:It may be now.LEIA—My word I do rescind.We shall be pulveriz’d if we remainA’floating in this field of wayward rocks.Thou hast thy honor proven, Han, now please:Let us seek safety in another place.HANI cannot argue with thine argument.I shall attempt to fly us closer inToward a larger ast’roid.C-3PO—Closer?CHEWBAC.—Auugh!C-3POO this is suicide, for where have weTo go where we may yet survive? Are weNot bound for death?HAN—Aye, this one here shall do.It hath a goodly look.LEIA—What “goodly look”?HANBe calm, I prithee, for it shall suffice.C-3POExcuse me, Princess, but where are we bound?[The Millennium Falcon flies deep into one of the asteroids.
LEIAMy hope flies unto you, most worthy man,My hope for us, and for our safety, too.I hope it is the Force that leadeth thee,I hope that thou dost know what thou dost do.HANThy hopes do echo mine, my lady, true.[Exeunt into an asteroid’s tunnel.
<p>Scene 6.</p>Aboard the Empire’s Super Star Destroyer.
EnterADMIRAL PIETTwithDARTH VADER, replacing his mask.
PIETT[aside:] O sight most tragic, this—a robot-manWho doth require a mask to stay alive.What situation e’er did lead to this?How can he stand to live beneath a mask?But soft, Piett, and reconsider this:Aye, verily, how shall I judge? The maskHe wears is far more obvious than most.With Vader it is plain he wears a mask,Though few have seen the scarring underneath.But truly, what man doth not wear a mask?For all of us are maskèd in some way—Some choose sharp cruelty as their outward face,Some put themselves behind a king’s façade,Some hide behind the mask of bravery,Some put on the disguise of arrogance.But underneath our masks, are we not one?Do not all wish for love, and joy, and peace?And whether rebel or Imperial,Do not our hearts all beat in time to makeThe pounding rhythm of the galaxy?So while Darth Vader’s mask keeps him alive,And sits upon his face for all to see,’Tis possible he is more honest thanA man who wears no mask, but hides his self.But come, Piett, now still thy prating tongue—His private time is done, his mask back on.VADERYes, Admiral?PIETT 
