by Ian Doescher
And give the Empire much o’er which to fret.
Within a fiery blaze of weaponry
Let us the Super Star Destroyer wrap.
[The rebels outside the Death Star fire on the Super Star Destroyer. Admiral Piett and the Imperial controller are shaken.
CONTROL.
Alas, Sir, our deflector shield is lost!
PIETT
Intensify the forward batteries.
Let nothing break the bounds. Intensify,
As well, the forward firing power.
CONTROL.
—Nay!
Too late it is. We die, Sir—O, we die!
[The Super Star Destroyer runs into the Death Star, and Admiral Piett and the Imperial controller are killed.
Enter LUKE SKYWALKER and DARTH VADER on balcony, inside the Death Star.
VADER
O Luke, I prithee: render thy support
And help me take this mask off.
LUKE
—If I do,
Dear father, thou shalt surely meet thy death.
VADER
Aye. Naught shall stop that now, my son. Just once
Let me look on thee with mine own eyes, Luke—
These eyes that miss’d your mewling newborn face,
These eyes that did not see your budding youth,
These eyes that were not there to see you grow,
These eyes that saw thee not when thou wert train’d.
I prithee, let these eyes see thee at last.
’Twill be a fitting prelude to my death.
LUKE
My father, thou dost break my heart in twain.
Behold, for thou shalt see thy son, indeed.
[Luke Skywalker removes Darth Vader’s mask to reveal Anakin Skywalker.
ANAKIN
My misting eyes are nothing like my son’s—
Thou art so beautiful to me. How strong
Thy features, with thy mother’s gentle face.
A man thou art, and ev’ry part my son.
I never have been prouder, all my life.
These final moments are pure gift. Now go,
And take thy leave ere this place is destroy’d.
LUKE
But nay, thou shalt come with me. I shall not
Desert thee, but shall save thee yet.
ANAKIN
—O, Luke,
Thou hast already done. Thou knewest right—
Thou knewest what I was, for still there was
Some good within me aching to be free.
Tell thy sweet sister this: that thou wert right.
[Anakin Skywalker dies.
LUKE
O Father, fare thee well where’er thou goest,
And flights of Jedi sing thee to thy rest!
[Exit Luke Skywalker, dragging Anakin Skywalker’s body.
WEDGE
Good General Calrissian, the core
We now have reach’d—’tis here, within my sight.
LANDO
I see it too, Wedge. Let us strike it down!
Approach the power regulator there,
Upon the northern tower. Let it burn!
WEDGE
I hear and do obey, Gold Leader. Soon
It shall be done, and then I exit quick.
LANDO
Light up, you vicious beast of evil bent,
You sick creation of humanity’s
Most wretched and deprivèd sense of right—
Since you could not inspire love, you caus’d fear.
O that a people e’er should such a harsh
And treach’rous weapon like to this create.
For who would make a thing whose only point
Is to destroy and murder, maim and kill?
What beings would produce such wickedness
As this: an instrument of pain and death?
Thus I do strike at you with vengeance in
The name of those who have no voice to speak.
Farewell, you Star of Death—be now no more!
[Wedge Antilles and Lando of Calrissian fire at the Death Star’s power generator.
WEDGE
’Tis done, and now we make our great escape.
Make ready, Admiral, for it shall blow.
ACKBAR
Move all the fleet hence, from the Death Star, else
Our ships may from the grand explosion take
A mighty slap.
[The Death Star explodes. Exeunt Lando Calrissian,
Nien Nunb, Wedge Antilles, Admiral Ackbar and
other rebels from the space battle. The rebel crew
on Endor looks to the sky to see the explosion.
C-3PO
—Hurrah! They did it!
CHEWBAC.
—Auugh!
HAN
Behold, and all rejoice—the deed is done!
Yet be ye still, my tongue, for what of Luke?
[ To Leia:] Certain I am that Luke was not inside
When it did perish.
LEIA
—Truly, he was not,
For I can sense he safely doth abide.
HAN
[ aside:] O, shall the love I’ve shown thus come to naught?
Her heart doth move toward good Luke, my friend.
Thus shall I play the noble part, and stay
Aside whilst their hearts meet, though in the end
It shall undo me. [ To Leia:] Thou dost love him? Say.
LEIA
Be sure I love him.
HAN
—Thus I ascertain’d
And do respect. Good lady, do not fear:
When he returns you may be unrestrain’d;
The two of you have my consent sincere.
LEIA
Nay, nay, ’tis not as thou dost think, good Han.
Let not thy visions run amok with thee,
But hear these words that must fall strangely on
Thine ears: he is my brother, dost thou see?
Enter Wicket.
WICKET
N’yubba, yubba,
Heezur brubba,
Yoozur luvva,
Nyubba, nyubba.
[Han Solo rises, singing and dancing.
HAN
[ sings:] O revelation kind, my heart doth swell—
A’merrily my feet do trip!
My Leia’s mine, and I am hers as well.
Sing ho, sing hi, sing heigh!
Though Leia and myself did fear the worst,
A’merrily my feet do trip!
Good Luke is safe from Death Star’s mighty burst.
Sing ho, sing hi, sing heigh!
We all are safe from that dire threat above—
A’merrily my feet do trip!
Thus end our wars with thoughts of blissful love!
Sing ho, sing hi, sing heigh!
Our rebel crew hath won the victory,
A’merrily my feet do trip!
Thus sing together, worthy company!
Sing ho, sing hi, sing heigh!
[Exeunt.
SCENE 4.
The forest moon of Endor.
Enter LUKE SKYWALKER, with the body of ANAKIN SKYWALKER.
LUKE
The fun’ral pyre shall light my father’s way
To glory out beyond the galaxy.
His final journey shall not be by ship,
But by the smoke that lifts into the air.
[Luke lights the wood on which Anakin’s body lies.
Rise up, my father—take thy closing flight.
Rise up, my father—stretch toward the sun.
Rise up, my father—man of tragedy,
Rise up, my father—rise, and thus be free.
Now is my heart full heavy, burden’d with
Such muddl’d thoughts that strain my very soul.
Methinks I should be happy, should rejoice
At our sure victory, the Empire crush’d.
Yet how can I make merry when the man
I hardly
knew—the father I had wish’d
For years to meet—is come and gone like wind?
O trick of Fortune, cruel-minded Fate!
O wherefore mock at all my hope, my life?
Am I a simple pawn with which thou play’st?
Or hast thou e’er a purpose had for me?
But stop thy tongue now, Luke, thou art misled—
Aye, even as I rant I see my fault.
For why should I blame Fate for thievery
When it was Fate, indeed, that did decree
That I would meet my father, that we two
Would reunite with joy ere he did die?
Should I not thank the blessèd Fate that knit
This fascinating cord of life for me?
I have seen stars, and space, and battles, too,
Have had adventures grand with noble friends,
And at the last, have met my father. Nay,
Not only met, but witness’d his rebirth.
And therefore, I declare with gratitude
That I do thank the Fate that brought me here,
E’en to this tragic pyre on which he’s laid.
Now this is sure: whate’er befall me now,
I am a better man for having known
The one whose name I bear: e’en Anakin.
Enter HAN SOLO, PRINCESS LEIA, CHEWBACCA, C-3PO, R2-D2, LANDO OF CALRISSIAN, WEDGE ANTILLES, ADMIRAL ACKBAR, other REBELS , and EWOKS , celebrating. Enter CHORUS.
CHORUS
The rebels meet with joy to celebrate,
Their singing and their music fill the air.
The Empire is defeated in its hate,
And now Rebellion takes its respite rare.
The Jedi Luke looks up and sees three men—
Their countenances shine in bluish light—
’Tis Yoda, Obi-Wan, and Anakin
Who come e’en from the grave to share this night.
All who did fight together come as one,
And give unto each other their embrace.
O’er this scene merry falls the setting sun;
Not till ’tis day shall they the future face.
HAN
Our mouths with mirth and laughter raise a din,
Our feet with glee and triumph stomp the ground,
Our bodies are awake and full of life,
Our souls are heal’d from Empire’s treachery.
LEIA
New hope did guide our first adventures, aye,
Until the Empire harshly struck us back,
But then our noble Jedi hath return’d
And all ensur’d our victory was won.
LUKE
We stop, e’en as our epic play doth end,
To thank thee for thy gracious company.
Our star wars now are ended, for a time—
The song of peace bursts forth in perfect rhyme.
[All freeze as R2-D2 takes center stage.
R2-D2
Even thus, our tale is finish’d.
Pardon if your hope’s diminish’d—
If you did not find the sequel
Satisfying. If unequal
Our keen play is unto others,
Do not part in anger, brothers.
Ears, attend: I know surprises,
Visions of all shapes and sizes.
In some other times and places
It may be Rebellion faces
Certain dangers that may sever
Our strong bonds that held us ever.
Mayhap something compromising,
Even like an Empire Rising.
Thus present I our conclusion:
Hint of Fate, or Fool’s illusion?
[Exeunt omnes.
END.
AFTERWORD.
How do you solve a problem like the Ewoks? In Return of the Jedi, the Ewoks say things like “gunda” and “yubnub!” but for The Jedi Doth Return I wanted to make their speech distinctive without resorting to a device I had used before. After all, the Ewoks are one of very few types of foreign-language speaking creatures introduced in Return of the Jedi (Jabba and his language first appear in the scenes that were added to A New Hope). They’re known for their unique way of communicating, so I wanted to do something special for them. I didn’t want them to speak English (like Salacious Crumb), I didn’t want them to sing (like the Rancor, or the Ugnaughts from William Shakespeare’s The Empire Striketh Back), and I didn’t want them simply to speak in an untranslated foreign language (like R2’s beeps, or Jabba’s Huttese). Instead, I wanted their speech to feel unique. Ultimately, I had them talk in short lines of verse with an AABA rhyme scheme, with dashes of almost a pidgin English thrown in. For example, here is my version of Wicket’s first line when he finds Leia unconscious in the forest:
A buki buki,
Luki, luki,
Issa creecher,
Nuki, nuki!
This starts off sounding like a normal Ewok line—as often as possible, my first line of the Ewok quatrains uses the Ewokese spoken in the film. Then the second and third lines are in quasi-English: “Look, look, it’s a creature” is the translation here. The final line is there simply to rhyme with the first. I admit: this structure isn’t very Shakespearean. But I think it meets my goal of making the Ewoks’ speech distinctive, interesting, and even a bit intelligible. (As a side note, one of the most fun things about working with Lucasfilm is that someone will check your Huttese, your Ewokese, and any other alien tongue from the films. Yes, official versions exist of every language you hear in the Star Wars trilogy.)
Speaking of characters who speak distinctively, let’s talk about R2-D2. The plucky little droid is the fool of the trilogy—a fool not in the modern sense but in the Shakespearean sense: a knowing presence who aids the action even though he seems somewhat simple. R2’s asides in English from William Shakespeare’s Star Wars through William Shakespeare’s The Jedi Doth Return situate him as such. That’s why he delivers the last line of the trilogy, speaking of what has been and what may be to come (bonus points for finding the Easter egg hidden in those final verses). That said, I decided Jabba’s court should have its own fool, who of course had to be Salacious Crumb. He speaks in English throughout William Shakespeare’s The Jedi Doth Return, commenting on the action and aware at every moment of how the players around him are positioned. It’s no surprise that in Return of the Jedi, it’s R2 who finally gets the best of Crumb—the two fools duke it out, and the better fool wins. (Who’s more foolish—the fool or the fool who electrocutes him?)
Writing the William Shakespeare’s Star Wars trilogy meant I had more and more ground rules—of my own making—to remember with each volume. In Verily, A New Hope, I established the vocabulary of R2-D2’s beeps and Chewbacca’s growls, and the fact that R2 speaks English when he is alone, and the Shakespearean devices of rhyming couplets at the ends of scenes, and of course the iambic pentameter throughout. . . . In The Empire Striketh Back, I added Yoda speaking in haiku, Han and Leia speaking in rhyming quatrains to each other when alone (like Romeo and Juliet), and Boba Fett speaking in prose. By the time of this third installment, keeping these rules in mind while adding new ones—the Ewoks’ manner of speaking, Admiral Ackbar’s line endings, and so forth—was quite a juggling act. But what fun it has been immersing myself in this universe that I love and having an opportunity to put words into the mouths of characters I have known for decades.
As I mentioned in my afterword to The Empire Striketh Back, Return of the Jedi is my favorite of the three original movies. I know Empire is widely considered the best of the trilogy, and the older I get, the more I understand why. But I have a soft spot in my heart for Jedi. It was the first of the trilogy that I saw in a movie theater. I vividly remember being six years old, watching the film with my uncle Norman who sat in the row behind me and translated the dialogue into Japanese for my aunt Sooja. (What’s the Japanese word for “sarlacc”?) Furthermore, growing up, we had The Making of a Saga on VHS, which covered the whole trilogy bu
t focused primarily on Return of the Jedi, which cemented its primary status in my young heart. I’ve always loved the Jabba sequence, and although the Ewoks’ charm has grown a little thin now that I’m an adult, I still love the movie as a whole. So writing this final book of the trilogy was, as with the first two, a real joy.
Of course, Return of the Jedi is where the story of Darth Vader comes full circle. The character development of Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader—from Episode I through Episode VI—is a triumph of modern cinema. Vader’s transformation in Return of the Jedi comes across as both believable and natural, as if written by Fate, and that’s true whether you start watching at Episode IV or at Episode I. Return of the Jedi has more depth than people tend to acknowledge, due in large part to the cathartic final scenes between Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker. Luke realizes how close he comes to the dark side, as he considers his own robotic hand and the severed limb of his father, which Luke himself cut off in a moment of fury. Darth Vader realizes he has a decision to make: save his son, or remain a slave to his Emperor. We see him make that choice in the most dramatic way possible, as he grasps the Emperor and casts him into the abyss to his doom. Those two events—the separate awakenings of Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader—are masterful film moments, and utterly Shakespearean. Darth Vader realizes in the end that it is his son, not his Emperor, who matters, just as King Lear realizes before his death that Cordelia loved him better than Goneril and Regan ever could. These are weighty moments. I knew that even when I was six.
Thank you, all of you who have entered the world of the William Shakespeare’s Star Wars trilogy. This has been a special journey for me; I hope it has been for you as well.
May the Force be with you, always.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS.
Once again, there are many to whom I am deeply grateful. This book is dedicated to my parents, Beth and Bob Doescher, and my brother Erik, who have encouraged and supported me more than I deserve. I grew up in a family where Star Wars was part of the fabric of our lives, and for that I am grateful.
