Anakin vs Tuskens 2

ANAKIN

These hands, O, wretched hands that took enjoyment

In killing Tusken men an ’twere child’s play.

Yet, O, they did make love to this employment;

They are not near my conscience: never, nay.

The men, though, could not hope to satisfy

My sick bloodthirsty soul, which needed more.

So kill’d I all—the women, children, aye,

I bath’d the lot of them in filth and gore.

They are like animals fit for a feast,

And I did bring to slaughter ev’ry one.

My soul doth fester like a raging beast,

From hate to greater hate mine heart doth run.

Act 4, Scene 2