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.

Lord Vader, sorry am I to report: There are no battle plans aboard this ship, And neither were transmissions made. There was But one escape pod jettison’d amid The fighting. But no life forms were aboard. For certain ’twas a harmless accident.

—Be thou not technical with me, Or else thine input valve may swift receive A hearty helping of my golden foot.

But unto Tosche Station would I go, And there obtain some pow’r converters. Fie!

Mos Eisley spaceport. Never shalt thou find A hive more rank and wretched, aye, and fill’d With villainy. So must we cautious be.

[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!

—But O, what now? What light through yonder flashing sensor breaks?

For who is he who hath more foolish been— The fool or other fool who follows him?

To boldly go where none hath gone is wild!

Friends, rebels, starfighters, lend me your ears. Wish not we had a single fighter more,

George Lucas’s cinematic masterpiece and the thirty-seven (give or take) plays of William Shakespeare.