[aside:] Reliev’d am I this training to complete,If only for this day, which hath been years.But is this not a strange and troubling thing?Where only moments past I felt at ease,Now there’s some sprite within that troubles me—A chill, a solemn aura in my bones.I would not much ado o’er nothing make,But still shall I ask Yoda what it is.[To Yoda:] I feel a cold, a presage here of death.What is it that I sense within this place?[Yoda points to the opening of a cave.
YODAWith the Force’s dark sideIs that place yonder quite strong.A place of evil.Discover thou shaltThat wherever good is found,Evil is nearby.Here on Dagobah’Tis also so. For e’en hereThat evil place is.Bound thou art now, Luke,To enter it, and face itsDeepest darknesses.LUKEBut Sir, I prithee, tell me: what’s within?YODAOnly that which thouShalt take away with thee, Luke.[Luke begins to enter the cave, carrying his weapons.
Take not thy weapons.R2-D2Beep, meep, meep, squeak, beep, whistle, meep, beep, nee!
[Luke enters, bringing his weapons, as Yoda and R2-D2 remain outside.
LUKEWhat twists of knotted vines and tangl’d fatesAwait me in this hole? I shall go in,And prove that I am not afraid of it,Nor any task or misadventure here.What evil can await I have not seen?For I have facèd evil enemiesWho kill’d my mentor and my family.What evil in this place can greater be?Now doth time seem to slowly beat its pace.And all is like a thick and restless dream.But wait, who comes unto this deep, dark place?It moves with grace—is it my father good?Enter shadow ofDARTH VADER.
Nay, nay, how I have been deceiv’d, abus’d!For it is Vader here, my greatest foe,The cruel defiler of my father’s youth.I stand preparèd to do battle asA Jedi, full of rage and righteous hate.Now up, lightsaber, light my keen revenge!Lay on, Darth Vader, damnèd henchman vile.And now we fight! Yet seems it that my limbsAre made of stone—but he is slower still!I see my chance to strike, and let it fall—The blow that shall release my father’s soul.Now Vader’s head doth fall onto the groundAnd I feel no relief, but only pain.The mask doth split, his visage to reveal!O, I shall see the face that kill’d a man,That kill’d a thousand fathers like my own.But wait, what is this here—and can it be?This is no face of Vader: ’tis my face!The horror, O the horror! Darker yetThat e’er I had imagin’d possible.The greatest evil I may face—myself
