Anakin vision

ANAKIN

It was my mother: weak, distress’d, undone,

The vision rank was passing venomous.

Yet there is more: ’tis not just boyish fright—

My mother suffering, which I did see,

The sounds and scenes that came to me by night

Are echoes of some present misery.

She was as plain to me as thou art now,

And is the subject of some grievous pain.

Act 3, Scene 3