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

by Ian Doescher

In time so long ago begins our play, In star-crossed galaxy far, far away.

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

[They shoot, Greedo dies. [To innkeeper:] Pray, goodly Sir, forgive me for the mess. [Aside:] And whether I shot first, I’ll ne’er confess!

Aye, say thou fool? Then fool, good Sir, am I. But when thou sayest fool remember well That fools do walk in foolish company. So if I am a fool, perhaps ’tis true That other fools around me may be found. For who is he who hath more foolish been— The fool or other fool who follows him?

GOLD LEAD. I have no power to maneuver, fie! GOLD FIVE Stay thou on target. GOLD LEAD. —Nay, we run too close! GOLD FIVE Stay thou on target!

There let our heroes rest free from attack, Till darkness rise and Empire striketh back.