That can arrangèd be. By heaven’s breath,A kiss would suit thee well!
[Exit Han Solo.
LEIA
—O man of bile!Thou wouldst make e’en the coolest temper burn,For thou art made of heat and flame and fire.No wood may stand within a mile of theeBut it shall roast as if ’twere on the sun.And now, thy scorching manner lights my fuse.Aye truly, I confess I am aflame:Thine eyes create combustion in my heart,Thy face doth cause my cheeks to flood with warmth,Thy fingers set me trembling at their touch,Thy hands may hold the secrets of my soul.Thou hast a pow’r o’er Leia’s very self,Yet wear my patience past what I can bear.For O, how thou dost needle, jest, and prickWhen thou dost think thy pride is at the stake.Be not so full of bile, my noble Han.I prithee, choose the tender side of wit.If thou couldst ever put thy pride away,Belike my prejudice would fall aside.Then could our two hearts sing a melody,Instead of clashing in disharmony.
[Exit Princess Leia.
Scene 3.
The rebel base on Hoth.
Enter
C-3PO and R2-D2, withHAN SOLO and CHEWBACCAaside at the Millennium Falcon.
C-3PO
O R2, thou dost ever plague me so!E’en now have we been in dishonor sentAway from our good princess’ chamber. Fie!Such breach of etiquette and protocol,And all the fault doth on thy shoulders lie.
Lay not thy blame upon my shoulders, droid—I did, at no point, ask thee to engageThe thermal heater. ’Twas but a remarkUpon the coldness of the princess’ room.
R2-D2
Beep, whistle, squeak.
C-3PO
—But freezing it should be!And now, how shall we dry off all her clothes?I truly know not how.
R2-D2
—Beep, meep, beep, hoo.
C-3PO
O, switch off!
[C-3PO walks aside toward the
Millennium Falcon.
R2-D2
[aside:]—Watch thy tongue, thou naughty droid,Or I shall bring my wit to bear on theeAnd thou shalt not escape my shocks and jabs.For though I speak aloud in beeps and squeaks,Within my mind a keener tongue prevails.And though thou like a brother art to me,I’ll happily correct your errant ways.If thou didst think the thermal heater wasToo hot, then shalt thou surely not endureThe fire that I shall kindle with my wit.
[C-3PO makes his way to Han Solo.
HAN
[to Chewbacca:] Why hast thou taken this apart whenI am striving to depart this wretched place?
C-3PO
Excuse me, Sir.
HAN
—Pray, mend the ship, and swift!
C-3PO
Please, Sir, a word with thee.
HAN
—What dost thou want?
C-3PO
’Tis Princess Leia, Sir, she strives to reachThee on th’communicator.