We have six surviving signatures of Shakespeare's. No two of them are spelled the same way.
This again proves my theory that for every topic man can discuss, there is a relevant Sheldon comic. (And if you aren't reading Sheldon, why the heck not?)
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Leia: Halt, I beseech thee troupers of yon tempest. Perchance a moment to spare that I may say my farewell to yon rogue.
Han, my Han, allow me to sayeth what most my heart yearns to be shouted from the pinnacle of yon city tower. It was but a few days ago that I was an Ice Princess, cold and aloof, unyeilding in my shrew like, as cold to thee as any valley of Hoth. And you, young Han, strong Han, dare I say my Han, you have transported me from thy depths of frigid Hothian endeavor to live even here high amongst the clouds. Thee has set me free, though we be captives of fate. Thee has bound us together though they drag thee away. Han, this warmth, this giddy altitude of my soul that has flown with thee and too thee? Shalst I name it? Shall I lighten this darkest hour with but the whisper of it, and by its whisper, let it shine a light and warmth that will keep thee even amongst the cold future that awaits.
I shall, my Han.
I shall name this which my heart doth sing. I love thee Han Solo. Truly, I lovest thee.
Since this seems to have died down a little (and I just am not up enough on the newer movies so Anakin's conversion is safe in C3PO's hands) we are bound to ask the next obvious question....
What if George Lucas had written Shakespeare.
"Hark, what through yon window breaks? It is Juliet. She is like....sand."
Falstaff would be a Wookie.
"Much Ado About Clones"
"Pray dear Orlando, what is this thing called love?" "Tis but microscopic organism that we can track and count with yon meter. In this way we can determine how much love there is in any given creature."
"Friends, Roman, Alderians, lend me your ears or this guy with the sword of light will cut them off your head."
"Et tu Brutus?" "Yes'eb. Sir'eb. It'eb be-a me'ba to'ba" (that was my best Jar-Jar Binks accent.)
"2-B or not 2-B. What shall we name the robot?"
"Now is the winter of Hoth's discontent."
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Revenge of the Sith: Act III, scene II (excerpt), upon Anakin denying any knowledge of the Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise
Palpatine: The legend of Dark Lord Plagueis the Wise A tale yon Jedi Council doth despise; For amidst all others he cause great strife, He had midichlorians create life! Unrivaled was his power in the Force, His cloak black, his lightsaber crimson red. The true talent of he was this, of course: He could save those he loved from dropping dead. Abilities unnatural were they, Which is why the Masters have it covered. But who can claim that he had gone astray Because he had the power to save others? So, tell me Jedi, why he in good health Could save his friends, but not at all himself?
Anakin: What is this, that you know tales of the Sith? Palpatine: Many secrets are entrusted to me. Anakin: I will take in account what thee hath quoth, Though I still fear I'm in uncertainty. Palpatine. Thou art wise to think with an open mind. More than Yoda and Obi-Wan and Mace, Now if you search your feelings you will find It was your wit that won you that Podrace. Build not such walls that stop knowledge diffuse. Find hope; emancipate yourself and see That knowledge not from Jedi you may use For good, to once again set yourself free!
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