PROLOGUE.
Outer space.
Enter CHORUS.
CHORUS
Alack! What dreadful turmoil hath beset
The strong Republic and its bonds of peace.
O’er distant trade routes all do sigh and fret
As fears of grim taxation do increase.
The greedy, vile Trade Federation hath
Created a blockade none may pass through.
With deadly battleships they block the path
Unto the little planet call’d Naboo.
Whilst politicians endlessly debate,
The Chancellor Supreme plies strategy.
He sends two Jedi to negotiate—
They who keep peace within the galaxy.
In time so long ago begins our play,
In troubl’d galaxy far, far away.
[Exit.