Verily, a New Hope (William Shakespeare's Star Wars, #4)

by Ian Doescher

O help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, help. Thou art mine only hope.

The Emperor doth hold him in his grasp, And

True it is, That these are not the droids for which thou search’st.

And whether I shot first, I’ll ne’er confess! [Exeunt.

To say it brief: pray let the Wookiee win.

Stay thou on target.

’Tis not rebellion for the sake of one, ’Tis not a cause to serve a priv’leg’d few— This moment shall resound in history For ev’ry person who would freedom know! So Biggs, stand with me now, and be my aide, And Wedge, fly at my side to lead the charge— We three, we happy three, we band of brothers, Shall fly unto the trench with throttles full!