—Our ships have found the swiftMillenn’um Falcon, Lord. However, itHath ventur’d deep into an ast’roid field.It seems unsafe to make pursuit therein:To follow it is far too great a risk.VADERThy fear of asteroids concerns me not.I want the ship, not thy most weak dismay.PIETTI understand, my Lord, and shall obey.[Exeunt.
<p>Scene 7.</p>The Dagobah system.
EnterLUKE SKYWALKERand R2-D2.
LUKEWhat misadventure I have seen today!Our sensors spied no cities or machinesWithin this system desolate, but lifeForms plenty. As we made our way untoThe planet’s atmosphere, all went awry:My X-wing ship began to shake and groan.My scopes had fail’d, and I did blindly spinInto a landing doom’d to end with strife.’Tis almost fortunate that I did landWithin this swampy bog where now the shipIs partway sunk, for had I hit the groundMy ship and droid and even my own selfMight have been crush’d, and ev’rything destroy’d.But now my ship is fixèd in the mire,And how it shall come out I cannot tell.Was this first trouble all I would endure?Nay, nay! It seemeth Fate did not see fitTo send pain singular, but multiple!Fate hath provided pains abundantly,For this is not the end of our distress.As R2 and I headed for the shoreHe fell into the water, wheels to scope,And was assaulted by a mighty beast—Aye, swallow’d whole and disappear’d from sight.For seeming ages I did search for him,To no avail. And then, with frightful scream,He was ejected from the swamp as fastAs proton-fill’d torpedoes from their shaft.Above my head he sail’d, well o’er the ground,And landed in a heap of dirt and grime.’Twas only for his metal-tasting shellThis little droid shall live to see tomorrow.So much misfortune! After all this painI should feel grateful still to have my life.But now we are maroon’d within a placeWhere neither friend nor contact may be found.I should have listen’d to the wise R2When he said coming here would work us woe.Our camp is now set up, our food prepar’d,My faithful R2 chargeth up his pow’r,The semblance of good order we present—But I have neither stomach nor desireTo sit down to a hale and hearty feast.More pressing, too, I must this Yoda find,Indeed, if that good man doth e’en exist.Look ’round about, R2: is this place notUnlikely for a Jedi master’s home?’Tis strange, ’tis passing strange, ’tis pitiful.R2-D2Beep, squeak?EnterYODA, hidden behind.
LUKE 
