E-text of

Waiting for Godot

A tragicomedy in 2 acts by

Samuel Beckett

Estragon

Vladimir

Lucky

Pozzo

a boy

ACT I

A country road. A tree.

Evening.

Estragon, sitting on a low mound, is trying to take off his

boot. He pulls at it with both hands, panting. He gives up,

exhausted, rests, tries again.

As before.

Enter Vladimir.

ESTRAGON:

(giving up again). Nothing to be done.

VLADIMIR:

(advancing with short, stiff strides, legs wide apart). I'm

beginning to come round to that opinion. All my life I've

tried to put it from me, saying Vladimir, be reasonable,

you haven't yet tried everything. And I resumed the

struggle. (He broods, musing on the struggle. Turning to

Estragon.) So there you are again.

ESTRAGON:

Am I?

VLADIMIR:

I'm glad to see you back. I thought you were gone

forever.

ESTRAGON:

Me too.

VLADIMIR:

Together again at last! We'll have to celebrate this. But

how? (He reflects.) Get up till I embrace you.

ESTRAGON:

(irritably). Not now, not now.

VLADIMIR:

(hurt, coldly). May one inquire where His Highness spent

the night?

ESTRAGON:

In a ditch.

VLADIMIR:

(admiringly). A ditch! Where?

ESTRAGON:

(without gesture). Over there.

VLADIMIR:

And they didn't beat you?

ESTRAGON:

Beat me? Certainly they beat me.

VLADIMIR:

The same lot as usual?

ESTRAGON:

The same? I don't know.

VLADIMIR:

When I think of it . . . all these years . . . but for me . . .

where would you be . . . (Decisively.) You'd be nothing

more than a little heap of bones at the present minute,

no doubt about it.

ESTRAGON:

And what of it?

VLADIMIR:

(gloomily). It's too much for one man. (Pause.

Cheerfully.) On the other hand what's the good of losing

heart now, that's what I say. We should have thought of

it a million years ago, in the nineties.

ESTRAGON:

Ah stop blathering and help me off with this bloody thing.

VLADIMIR:

Hand in hand from the top of the Eiffel Tower, among the

first. We were respectable in those days. Now it's too

late. They wouldn't even let us up. (Estragon tears at his

boot.) What are you doing?

ESTRAGON:

Taking off my boot. Did that never happen to you?

VLADIMIR:

Boots must be taken off every day, I'm tired telling you

that. Why don't you listen to me?

ESTRAGON:

(feebly). Help me!

VLADIMIR:

It hurts?

ESTRAGON:

(angrily). Hurts! He wants to know if it hurts!

VLADIMIR:

(angrily). No one ever suffers but you. I don't count. I'd

like to hear what you'd say if you had what I have.

ESTRAGON:

It hurts?

VLADIMIR:

(angrily). Hurts! He wants to know if it hurts!

ESTRAGON:

(pointing). You might button it all the same.

VLADIMIR:

(stooping). True. (He buttons his fly.) Never neglect the

little things of life.

ESTRAGON:

What do you expect, you always wait till the last

moment.

VLADIMIR:

(musingly). The last moment . . . (He meditates.) Hope

deferred maketh the something sick, who said that?

ESTRAGON:

Why don't you help me?

VLADIMIR:

Sometimes I feel it coming all the same. Then I go all

queer. (He takes off his hat, peers inside it, feels about

inside it, shakes it, puts it on again.) How shall I say?

Relieved and at the same time . . . (he searches for the

word) . . . appalled. (With emphasis.) AP-PALLED. (He

takes off his hat again, peers inside it.) Funny. (He

knocks on the crown as though to dislodge a foreign

body, peers into it again, puts it on again.) Nothing to be

done. (Estragon with a supreme effort succeeds in pulling

off his boot. He peers inside it, feels about inside it, turns

it upside down, shakes it, looks on the ground to see if

anything has fallen out, finds nothing, feels inside it

again, staring sightlessly before him.) Well?

ESTRAGON:

Nothing.

VLADIMIR:

Show me.

ESTRAGON:

There's nothing to show.

VLADIMIR:

Try and put it on again.

ESTRAGON:

(examining his foot). I'll air it for a bit.

VLADIMIR:

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the

faults of his feet. (He takes off his hat again, peers inside

it, feels about inside it, knocks on the crown, blows into

it, puts it on again.) This is getting alarming. (Silence.

Vladimir deep in thought, Estragon pulling at his toes.)

One of the thieves was saved. (Pause.) It's a reasonable

percentage. (Pause.) Gogo.

ESTRAGON:

What?

VLADIMIR:

Suppose we repented.

ESTRAGON:

Repented what?

VLADIMIR:

Oh . . . (He reflects.) We wouldn't have to go into the

details.

ESTRAGON:

Our being born?

Vladimir breaks into a hearty laugh which he immediately

stifles, his hand pressed to his pubis, his face contorted.

VLADIMIR:

One daren't even laugh any more.

ESTRAGON:

Dreadful privation.

VLADIMIR:

Merely smile. (He smiles suddenly from ear to ear, keeps

smiling, ceases as suddenly.) It's not the same thing.

Nothing to be done. (Pause.) Gogo.

ESTRAGON:

(irritably). What is it?

VLADIMIR:

Did you ever read the Bible?

ESTRAGON:

The Bible . . . (He reflects.) I must have taken a look at

it.

VLADIMIR:

Do you remember the Gospels?

ESTRAGON:

I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they

were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very

look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used

to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. We'll

swim. We'll be happy.

VLADIMIR:

You should have been a poet.

ESTRAGON:

I was. (Gesture towards his rags.) Isn't that obvious?

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

Where was I . . . How's your foot?

ESTRAGON:

Swelling visibly.

VLADIMIR:

Ah yes, the two thieves. Do you remember the story?

ESTRAGON:

No.

VLADIMIR:

Shall I tell it to you?

ESTRAGON:

No.

VLADIMIR:

It'll pass the time. (Pause.) Two thieves, crucified at the

same time as our Saviour. One–

ESTRAGON:

Our what?

VLADIMIR:

Our Saviour. Two thieves. One is supposed to have been

saved and the other . . . (he searches for the contrary

of saved) . . . damned.

ESTRAGON:

Saved from what?

VLADIMIR:

Hell.

ESTRAGON:

I'm going.

He does not move.

VLADIMIR:

And yet . . . (pause) . . . how is it —this is not boring you

I hope— how is it that of the four Evangelists only one

speaks of a thief being saved. The four of them were

there —or thereabouts— and only one speaks of a thief

being saved. (Pause.) Come on, Didi, return the ball, can't

you, once in a while?

ESTRAGON:

(with exaggerated enthusiasm). I find this really most

extraordinarily interesting.

VLADIMIR:

One out of four. Of the other three two don't mention any

thieves at all and the third says that both of them abused

him.

ESTRAGON:

Who?

VLADIMIR:

What?

ESTRAGON:

What's all this about? Abused who?

VLADIMIR:

The Saviour.

ESTRAGON:

Why?

VLADIMIR:

Because he wouldn't save them.

ESTRAGON:

From hell?

VLADIMIR:

Imbecile! From death.

ESTRAGON:

I thought you said hell.

VLADIMIR:

From death, from death.

ESTRAGON:

Well what of it?

VLADIMIR:

Then the two of them must have been damned.

ESTRAGON:

And why not?

VLADIMIR:

But one of the four says that one of the two was saved.

ESTRAGON:

Well? They don't agree and that's all there is to it.

VLADIMIR:

But all four were there. And only one speaks of a thief

being saved. Why believe him rather than the others?

ESTRAGON:

Who believes him?

VLADIMIR:

Everybody. It's the only version they know.

ESTRAGON:

People are bloody ignorant apes.

He rises painfully, goes limping to extreme left, halts,

gazes into distance off with his hand screening his eyes,

turns, goes to extreme right, gazes into distance.

Vladimir watches him, then goes and picks up the boot,

peers into it, drops it hastily.

VLADIMIR:

Pah!

He spits. Estragon moves to center, halts with his back

to auditorium.

ESTRAGON:

Charming spot. (He turns, advances to front, halts facing

auditorium.) Inspiring prospects. (He turns to Vladimir.)

Let's go.

VLADIMIR:

We can't.

ESTRAGON:

Why not?

VLADIMIR:

We're waiting for Godot.

ESTRAGON:

(despairingly). Ah! (Pause.) You're sure it was here?

VLADIMIR:

What?

ESTRAGON:

That we were to wait.

VLADIMIR:

He said by the tree. (They look at the tree.) Do you see

any others?

ESTRAGON:

What is it?

VLADIMIR:

I don't know. A willow.

ESTRAGON:

Where are the leaves?

VLADIMIR:

It must be dead.

ESTRAGON:

No more weeping.

VLADIMIR:

Or perhaps it's not the season.

ESTRAGON:

Looks to me more like a bush.

VLADIMIR:

A shrub.

ESTRAGON:

A bush.

VLADIMIR:

A–. What are you insinuating? That we've come to the

wrong place?

ESTRAGON:

He should be here.

VLADIMIR:

He didn't say for sure he'd come.

ESTRAGON:

And if he doesn't come?

VLADIMIR:

We'll come back tomorrow.

ESTRAGON:

And then the day after tomorrow.

VLADIMIR:

Possibly.

ESTRAGON:

And so on.

VLADIMIR:

The point is–

ESTRAGON:

Until he comes.

VLADIMIR:

You're merciless.

ESTRAGON:

We came here yesterday.

VLADIMIR:

Ah no, there you're mistaken.

ESTRAGON:

What did we do yesterday?

VLADIMIR:

What did we do yesterday?

ESTRAGON:

Yes.

VLADIMIR:

Why . . . (Angrily.) Nothing is certain when you're about.

ESTRAGON:

In my opinion we were here.

VLADIMIR:

(looking round). You recognize the place?

ESTRAGON:

I didn't say that.

VLADIMIR:

Well?

ESTRAGON:

That makes no difference.

VLADIMIR:

All the same . . . that tree . . . (turning towards

auditorium) that bog . . .

ESTRAGON:

You're sure it was this evening?

VLADIMIR:

What?

ESTRAGON:

That we were to wait.

VLADIMIR:

He said Saturday. (Pause.) I think.

ESTRAGON:

You think.

VLADIMIR:

I must have made a note of it. (He fumbles in his

pockets, bursting with miscellaneous rubbish.)

ESTRAGON:

(very insidious). But what Saturday? And is it Saturday?

Is it not rather Sunday? (Pause.) Or Monday? (Pause.) Or

Friday?

VLADIMIR:

(looking wildly about him, as though the date was

inscribed in the landscape). It's not possible!

ESTRAGON:

Or Thursday?

VLADIMIR:

What'll we do?

ESTRAGON:

If he came yesterday and we weren't here you may be

sure he won't come again today.

VLADIMIR:

But you say we were here yesterday.

ESTRAGON:

I may be mistaken. (Pause.) Let's stop talking for a

minute, do you mind?

VLADIMIR:

(feebly). All right. (Estragon sits down on the mound.

Vladimir paces agitatedly to and fro, halting from time to

time to gaze into distance off. Estragon falls asleep.

Vladimir halts finally before Estragon.) Gogo! . . . Gogo! .

. . GOGO!

Estragon wakes with a start.

ESTRAGON:

(restored to the horror of his situation). I was asleep!

(Despairingly.) Why will you never let me sleep?

VLADIMIR:

I felt lonely.

ESTRAGON:

I had a dream.

VLADIMIR:

Don't tell me!

ESTRAGON:

I dreamt that–

VLADIMIR:

DON'T TELL ME!

ESTRAGON:

(gesture toward the universe). This one is enough for

you? (Silence.) It's not nice of you, Didi. Who am I to tell

my private nightmares to if I can't tell them to you?

VLADIMIR:

Let them remain private. You know I can't bear that.

ESTRAGON:

(coldly.) There are times when I wonder if it wouldn't be

better for us to part.

VLADIMIR:

You wouldn't go far.

ESTRAGON:

That would be too bad, really too bad. (Pause.) Wouldn't

it, Didi, be really too bad? (Pause.) When you think of the

beauty of the way. (Pause.) And the goodness of the

wayfarers. (Pause. Wheedling.) Wouldn't it, Didi?

VLADIMIR:

Calm yourself.

ESTRAGON:

(voluptuously.) Calm . . . calm . . . The English say cawm.

(Pause.) You know the story of the Englishman in the

brothel?

VLADIMIR:

Yes.

ESTRAGON:

Tell it to me.

VLADIMIR:

Ah stop it!

ESTRAGON:

An Englishman having drunk a little more than usual

proceeds to a brothel. The bawd asks him if he wants a

fair one, a dark one or a red-haired one. Go on.

VLADIMIR:

STOP IT!

Exit Vladimir hurriedly. Estragon gets up and follows him

as far as the limit of the stage. Gestures of Estragon like

those of a spectator encouraging a pugilist. Enter

Vladimir. He brushes past Estragon, crosses the stage

with bowed head. Estragon takes a step towards him,

halts.

ESTRAGON:

(gently.) You wanted to speak to me? (Silence. Estragon

takes a step forward.) You had something to say to me?

(Silence. Another step forward.) Didi . . .

VLADIMIR:

(without turning). I've nothing to say to you.

ESTRAGON:

(step forward). You're angry? (Silence. Step forward).

Forgive me. (Silence. Step forward. Estragon lays his

hand on Vladimir's shoulder.) Come, Didi. (Silence.) Give

me your hand. (Vladimir half turns.) Embrace me!

(Vladimir stiffens.) Don't be stubborn! (Vladimir softens.

They embrace. Estragon recoils.) You stink of garlic!

VLADIMIR:

It's for the kidneys. (Silence. Estragon looks attentively

at the tree.) What do we do now?

ESTRAGON:

Wait.

VLADIMIR:

Yes, but while waiting.

ESTRAGON:

What about hanging ourselves?

VLADIMIR:

Hmm. It'd give us an erection.

ESTRAGON:

(highly excited). An erection!

VLADIMIR:

With all that follows. Where it falls mandrakes grow.

That's why they shriek when you pull them up. Did you

not know that?

ESTRAGON:

Let's hang ourselves immediately!

VLADIMIR:

From a bough? (They go towards the tree.) I wouldn't

trust it.

ESTRAGON:

We can always try.

VLADIMIR:

Go ahead.

ESTRAGON:

After you.

VLADIMIR:

No no, you first.

ESTRAGON:

Why me?

VLADIMIR:

You're lighter than I am.

ESTRAGON:

Just so!

VLADIMIR:

I don't understand.

ESTRAGON:

Use your intelligence, can't you?

Vladimir uses his intelligence.

VLADIMIR:

(finally). I remain in the dark.

ESTRAGON:

This is how it is. (He reflects.) The bough . . . the bough

. . . (Angrily.) Use your head, can't you?

VLADIMIR:

You're my only hope.

ESTRAGON:

(with effort). Gogo light–bough not break–Gogo dead. Didi

heavy–bough break–Didi alone. Whereas–

VLADIMIR:

I hadn't thought of that.

ESTRAGON:

If it hangs you it'll hang anything.

VLADIMIR:

But am I heavier than you?

ESTRAGON:

So you tell me. I don't know. There's an even chance. Or

nearly.

VLADIMIR:

Well? What do we do?

ESTRAGON:

Don't let's do anything. It's safer.

VLADIMIR:

Let's wait and see what he says.

ESTRAGON:

Who?

VLADIMIR:

Godot.

ESTRAGON:

Good idea.

VLADIMIR:

Let's wait till we know exactly how we stand.

ESTRAGON:

On the other hand it might be better to strike the iron

before it freezes.

VLADIMIR:

I'm curious to hear what he has to offer. Then we'll take

it or leave it.

ESTRAGON:

What exactly did we ask him for?

VLADIMIR:

Were you not there?

ESTRAGON:

I can't have been listening.

VLADIMIR:

Oh . . . Nothing very definite.

ESTRAGON:

A kind of prayer.

VLADIMIR:

Precisely.

ESTRAGON:

A vague supplication.

VLADIMIR:

Exactly.

ESTRAGON:

And what did he reply?

VLADIMIR:

That he'd see.

ESTRAGON:

That he couldn't promise anything.

VLADIMIR:

That he'd have to think it over.

ESTRAGON:

In the quiet of his home.

VLADIMIR:

Consult his family.

ESTRAGON:

His friends.

VLADIMIR:

His agents.

ESTRAGON:

His correspondents.

VLADIMIR:

His books.

ESTRAGON:

His bank account.

VLADIMIR:

Before taking a decision.

ESTRAGON:

It's the normal thing.

VLADIMIR:

Is it not?

ESTRAGON:

I think it is.

VLADIMIR:

I think so too.

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

(anxious). And we?

VLADIMIR:

I beg your pardon?

ESTRAGON:

I said, And we?

VLADIMIR:

I don't understand.

ESTRAGON:

Where do we come in?

VLADIMIR:

Come in?

ESTRAGON:

Take your time.

VLADIMIR:

Come in? On our hands and knees.

ESTRAGON:

As bad as that?

VLADIMIR:

Your Worship wishes to assert his prerogatives?

ESTRAGON:

We've no rights any more?

Laugh of Vladimir, stifled as before, less the smile.

VLADIMIR:

You'd make me laugh if it wasn't prohibited.

ESTRAGON:

We've lost our rights?

VLADIMIR:

(distinctly). We got rid of them.

Silence. They remain motionless, arms dangling, heads

sunk, sagging at the knees.

ESTRAGON:

(feebly). We're not tied? (Pause.) We're not–

VLADIMIR:

Listen!

They listen, grotesquely rigid.

ESTRAGON:

I hear nothing.

VLADIMIR:

Hsst! (They listen. Estragon loses his balance, almost

falls. He clutches the arm of Vladimir, who totters. They

listen, huddled together.) Nor I.

Sighs of relief. They relax and separate.

ESTRAGON:

You gave me a fright.

VLADIMIR:

I thought it was he.

ESTRAGON:

Who?

VLADIMIR:

Godot.

ESTRAGON:

Pah! The wind in the reeds.

VLADIMIR:

I could have sworn I heard shouts.

ESTRAGON:

And why would he shout?

VLADIMIR:

At his horse.

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

(violently). I'm hungry!

VLADIMIR:

Do you want a carrot?

ESTRAGON:

Is that all there is?

VLADIMIR:

I might have some turnips.

ESTRAGON:

Give me a carrot. (Vladimir rummages in his pockets,

takes out a turnip and gives it to Estragon who takes a

bite out of it. Angrily.) It's a turnip!

VLADIMIR:

Oh pardon! I could have sworn it was a carrot. (He

rummages again in his pockets, finds nothing but

turnips.) All that's turnips. (He rummages.) You must

have eaten the last. (He rummages.) Wait, I have it. (He

brings out a carrot and gives it to Estragon.) There, dear

fellow. (Estragon wipes the carrot on his sleeve and

begins to eat it.) Make it last, that's the end of them.

ESTRAGON:

(chewing). I asked you a question.

VLADIMIR:

Ah.

ESTRAGON:

Did you reply?

VLADIMIR:

How's the carrot?

ESTRAGON:

It's a carrot.

VLADIMIR:

So much the better, so much the better. (Pause.) What

was it you wanted to know?

ESTRAGON:

I've forgotten. (Chews.) That's what annoys me. (He

looks at the carrot appreciatively, dangles it between

finger and thumb.) I'll never forget this carrot. (He sucks

the end of it meditatively.) Ah yes, now I remember.

VLADIMIR:

Well?

ESTRAGON:

(his mouth full, vacuously). We're not tied?

VLADIMIR:

I don't hear a word you're saying.

ESTRAGON:

(chews, swallows). I'm asking you if we're tied.

VLADIMIR:

Tied?

ESTRAGON:

Ti-ed.

VLADIMIR:

How do you mean tied?

ESTRAGON:

Down.

VLADIMIR:

But to whom? By whom?

ESTRAGON:

To your man.

VLADIMIR:

To Godot? Tied to Godot! What an idea! No question of it.

(Pause.) For the moment.

ESTRAGON:

His name is Godot?

VLADIMIR:

I think so.

ESTRAGON:

Fancy that. (He raises what remains of the carrot by the

stub of leaf, twirls it before his eyes.) Funny, the more

you eat the worse it gets.

VLADIMIR:

With me it's just the opposite.

ESTRAGON:

In other words?

VLADIMIR:

I get used to the muck as I go along.

ESTRAGON:

(after prolonged reflection). Is that the opposite?

VLADIMIR:

Question of temperament.

ESTRAGON:

Of character.

VLADIMIR:

Nothing you can do about it.

ESTRAGON:

No use struggling.

VLADIMIR:

One is what one is.

ESTRAGON:

No use wriggling.

VLADIMIR:

The essential doesn't change.

ESTRAGON:

Nothing to be done. (He proffers the remains of the

carrot to Vladimir.) Like to finish it?

A terrible cry, close at hand. Estragon drops the carrot.

They remain motionless, then together make a sudden

rush towards the wings. Estragon stops halfway, runs

back, picks up the carrot, stuffs it in his pocket, runs to

rejoin Vladimir who is waiting for him, stops again, runs

back, picks up his boot, runs to rejoin Vladimir. Huddled

together, shoulders hunched, cringing away from the

menace, they wait.

Enter Pozzo and Lucky. Pozzo drives Lucky by means of a

rope passed round his neck, so that Lucky is the first to

enter, followed by the rope which is long enough to let

him reach the middle of the stage before Pozzo appears.

Lucky carries a heavy bag, a folding stool, a picnic

basket and a greatcoat, Pozzo a whip.

POZZO:

(off). On! (Crack of whip. Pozzo appears. They cross the

stage. Lucky passes before Vladimir and Estragon and

exit. Pozzo at the sight of Vladimir and Estragon stops

short. The rope tautens. Pozzo jerks at it violently.)

Back!

Noise of Lucky falling with all his baggage. Vladimir and

Estragon turn towards him, half wishing half fearing to go

to his assistance. Vlamdimir takes a step towards Lucky,

Estragon holds him back by the sleeve.

VLADIMIR:

Let me go!

ESTRAGON:

Stay where you are!

POZZO:

Be careful! He's wicked. (Vladimir and Estragon turn

towards Pozzo.) With strangers.

ESTRAGON:

(undertone). Is that him?

VLADIMIR:

Who?

ESTRAGON:

(trying to remember the name). Er . . .

VLADIMIR:

Godot?

ESTRAGON:

Yes.

POZZO:

I present myself: Pozzo.

VLADIMIR:

(to Estragon). Not at all!

ESTRAGON:

He said Godot.

VLADIMIR:

Not at all!

ESTRAGON:

(timidly, to Pozzo). You're not Mr. Godot, Sir?

POZZO:

(terrifying voice). I am Pozzo! (Silence.) Pozzo! (Silence.)

Does that name mean nothing to you? (Silence.) I say

does that name mean nothing to you?

Vladimir and Estragon look at each other questioningly.

ESTRAGON:

(pretending to search). Bozzo . . . Bozzo . . .

VLADIMIR:

(ditto). Pozzo . . . Pozzo . . .

POZZO:

PPPOZZZO!

ESTRAGON:

Ah! Pozzo . . . let me see . . . Pozzo . . .

VLADIMIR:

Is it Pozzo or Bozzo?

ESTRAGON:

Pozzo . . . no . . . I'm afraid I . . . no . . . I don't seem to

. . .

Pozzo advances threateningly.

VLADIMIR:

(conciliating). I once knew a family called Gozzo. The

mother had the clap.

ESTRAGON:

(hastily). We're not from these parts, Sir.

POZZO:

(halting). You are human beings none the less. (He puts

on his glasses.) As far as one can see. (He takes off his

glasses.) Of the same species as myself. (He bursts into

an enormous laugh.) Of the same species as Pozzo! Made

in God's image!

VLADIMIR:

Well you see–

POZZO:

(peremptory). Who is Godot?

ESTRAGON:

Godot?

POZZO:

You took me for Godot.

VLADIMIR:

Oh no, Sir, not for an instant, Sir.

POZZO:

Who is he?

VLADIMIR:

Oh he's a . . . he's a kind of acquaintance.

ESTRAGON:

Nothing of the kind, we hardly know him.

VLADIMIR:

True . . . we don't know him very well . . . but all the

same . . .

ESTRAGON:

Personally, I wouldn't even know him if I saw him.

POZZO:

You took me for him.

ESTRAGON:

(recoiling before Pozzo). That's to say . . . you

understand . . . the dusk . . . the strain . . . waiting . . . I

confess . . . I imagined . . . for a second . . .

POZZO:

Waiting? So you were waiting for him?

VLADIMIR:

Well you see–

POZZO:

Here? On my land?

VLADIMIR:

We didn't intend any harm.

ESTRAGON:

We meant well.

POZZO:

The road is free to all.

VLADIMIR:

That's how we looked at it.

POZZO:

It's a disgrace. But there you are.

ESTRAGON:

Nothing we can do about it.

POZZO:

(with magnanimous gesture). Let's say no more about it.

(He jerks the rope.) Up pig! (Pause.) Every time he drops

he falls asleep. (Jerks the rope.) Up hog! (Noise of Lucky

getting up and picking up his baggage. Pozzo jerks the

rope.) Back! (Enter Lucky backwards.) Stop! (Lucky

stops.) Turn! (Lucky turns. To Vladimir and Estragon,

affably.) Gentlemen, I am happy to have met you. (Before

their incredulous expression.) Yes yes, sincerely happy.

(He jerks the rope.) Closer! (Lucky advances.) Stop!

(Lucky stops.) Yes, the road seems long when one

journeys all alone for . . . (he consults his watch) . . . yes

. . . (he calculates) . . . yes, six hours, that's right, six

hours on end, and never a soul in sight. (To Lucky.) Coat!

(Lucky puts down the bag, advances, gives the coat,

goes back to his place, takes up the bag.) Hold that!

(Pozzo holds out the whip. Lucky advances and, both his

hands being occupied, takes the whip in his mouth, then

goes back to his place. Pozzo begins to put on his coat,

stops.) Coat! (Lucky puts down the bag, basket and

stool, helps Pozzo on with his coat, goes back to his

place and takes up bag, basket and stool.) Touch of

autumn in the air this evening. (Pozzo finishes buttoning

up his coat, stoops, inspects himself, straightens up.)

Whip! (Lucky advances, stoops, Pozzo snatches the whip

from his mouth, Lucky goes back to his place.) Yes,

gentlemen, I cannot go for long without the society of my

likes (he puts on his glasses and looks at the two likes)

even when the likeness is an imperfect one. (He takes off

his glasses.) Stool! (Lucky puts down bag and basket,

advances, opens stool, puts it down, goes back to his

place, takes up bag and basket.) Closer! (Lucky puts

down bag and basket, advances, moves stool, goes back

to his place, takes up bag and basket. Pozzo sits down,

places the butt of his whip against Lucky's chest and

pushes.) Back! (Lucky takes a step back.) Further!

(Lucky takes another step back.) Stop! (Lucky stops. To

Vladimir and Estragon.) That is why, with your

permission, I propose to dally with you a moment, before I

venture any further. Basket! (Lucky advances, gives the

basket, goes back to his place.) The fresh air stimulates

the jaded appetite. (He opens the basket, takes out a

piece of chicken and a bottle of wine.) Basket! (Lucky

advances, picks up the basket and goes back to his

place.) Further! (Lucky takes a step back.) He stinks.

Happy days!

He drinks from the bottle, puts it down and begins to

eat. Silence. Vladimir and Estragon, cautiously at first,

then more boldly, begin to circle about Lucky, inspecting

him up and down. Pozzo eats his chicken voraciously,

throwing away the bones after having sucked them.

Lucky sags slowly, until bag and basket touch the

ground, then straightens up with a start and begins to

sag again. Rhythm of one sleeping on his feet.

ESTRAGON:

What ails him?

VLADIMIR:

He looks tired.

ESTRAGON:

Why doesn't he put down his bags?

VLADIMIR:

How do I know? (They close in on him.) Careful!

ESTRAGON:

Say something to him.

VLADIMIR:

Look!

ESTRAGON:

What?

VLADIMIR:

(pointing). His neck!

ESTRAGON:

(looking at the neck). I see nothing.

VLADIMIR:

Here.

Estragon goes over beside Vladimir.

ESTRAGON:

Oh I say!

VLADIMIR:

A running sore!

ESTRAGON:

It's the rope.

VLADIMIR:

It's the rubbing.

ESTRAGON:

It's inevitable.

VLADIMIR:

It's the knot.

ESTRAGON:

It's the chafing.

They resume their inspection, dwell on the face.

VLADIMIR:

(grudgingly). He's not bad looking.

ESTRAGON:

(shrugging his shoulders, wry face.) Would you say so?

VLADIMIR:

A trifle effeminate.

ESTRAGON:

Look at the slobber.

VLADIMIR:

It's inevitable.

ESTRAGON:

Look at the slaver.

VLADIMIR:

Perhaps he's a halfwit.

ESTRAGON:

A cretin.

VLADIMIR:

(looking closer). Looks like a goiter.

ESTRAGON:

(ditto). It's not certain.

VLADIMIR:

He's panting.

ESTRAGON:

It's inevitable.

VLADIMIR:

And his eyes!

ESTRAGON:

What about them?

VLADIMIR:

Goggling out of his head.

ESTRAGON:

Looks like his last gasp to me.

VLADIMIR:

It's not certain. (Pause.) Ask him a question.

ESTRAGON:

Would that be a good thing?

VLADIMIR:

What do we risk?

ESTRAGON:

(timidly). Mister . . .

VLADIMIR:

Louder.

ESTRAGON:

(louder). Mister . . .

POZZO:

Leave him in peace! (They turn toward Pozzo who, having

finished eating, wipes his mouth with the back of his

hand.) Can't you see he wants to rest? Basket! (He

strikes a match and begins to light his pipe. Estragon

sees the chicken bones on the ground and stares at

them greedily. As Lucky does not move Pozzo throws the

match angrily away and jerks the rope.) Basket! (Lucky

starts, almost falls, recovers his senses, advances, puts

the bottle in the basket and goes back to his place.

Estragon stares at the bones. Pozzo strikes another

match and lights his pipe.) What can you expect, it's not

his job. (He pulls at his pipe, stretches out his legs.) Ah!

That's better.

ESTRAGON:

(timidly). Please Sir . . .

POZZO:

What is it, my good man?

ESTRAGON:

Er . . . you've finished with the . . . er . . . you don't need

the . . . er . . . bones, Sir?

VLADIMIR:

(scandalized). You couldn't have waited?

POZZO:

No no, he does well to ask. Do I need the bones? (He

turns them over with the end of his whip.) No, personally

I do not need them any more. (Estragon takes a step

towards the bones.) But . . . (Estragon stops short) . . .

but in theory the bones go to the carrier. He is therefore

the one to ask. (Estragon turns towards Lucky,

hesitates.) Go on, go on, don't be afraid, ask him, he'll tell

you.

Estragon goes towards Lucky, stops before him.

ESTRAGON:

Mister . . . excuse me, Mister . . .

POZZO:

You're being spoken to, pig! Reply! (To Estragon.) Try him

again.

ESTRAGON:

Excuse me, Mister, the bones, you won't be wanting the

bones?

Lucky looks long at Estragon.

POZZO:

(in raptures). Mister! (Lucky bows his head.) Reply! Do

you want them or don't you? (Silence of Lucky. To

Estragon.) They're yours. (Estragon makes a dart at the

bones, picks them up and begins to gnaw them.) I don't

like it. I've never known him to refuse a bone before. (He

looks anxiously at Lucky.) Nice business it'd be if he fell

sick on me!

He puffs at his pipe.

VLADIMIR:

(exploding). It's a scandal!

Silence. Flabbergasted, Estragon stops gnawing, looks at

Pozzo and Vladimir in turn. Pozzo outwardly calm.

Vladimir embarrassed.

POZZO:

(To Vladimir). Are you alluding to anything in particular?

VLADIMIR:

(stutteringly resolute). To treat a man . . . (gesture

towards Lucky) . . . like that . . . I think that . . . no . . .

a human being . . . no . . . it's a scandal!

ESTRAGON:

(not to be outdone). A disgrace!

He resumes his gnawing.

POZZO:

You are severe. (To Vladimir.) What age are you, if it's

not a rude question? (Silence.) Sixty? Seventy? (To

Estragon.) What age would you say he was?

ESTRAGON:

Eleven.

POZZO:

I am impertinent. (He knocks out his pipe against the

whip, gets up.) I must be getting on. Thank you for your

society. (He reflects.) Unless I smoke another pipe before

I go. What do you say? (They say nothing.) Oh I'm only a

small smoker, a very small smoker, I'm not in the habit of

smoking two pipes one on top of the other, it makes

(hand to heart, sighing) my heart go pit-a-pat. (Silence.)

It's the nicotine, one absorbs it in spite of one's

precautions. (Sighs.) You know how it is. (Silence.) But

perhaps you don't smoke? Yes? No? It's of no importance.

(Silence.) But how am I to sit down now, without

affectation, now that I have risen? Without appearing to

—how shall I say— without appearing to falter. (To

Vladimir.) I beg your pardon? (Silence.) Perhaps you

didn't speak? (Silence.) It's of no importance. Let me see

. . .

He reflects.

ESTRAGON:

Ah! That's better.

He puts the bones in his pocket.

VLADIMIR:

Let's go.

ESTRAGON:

So soon?

POZZO:

One moment! (He jerks the rope.) Stool! (He points with

his whip. Lucky moves the stool.) More! There! (He sits

down. Lucky goes back to his place.) Done it!

He fills his pipe.

VLADIMIR:

(vehemently). Let's go!

POZZO:

I hope I'm not driving you away. Wait a little longer, you'll

never regret it.

ESTRAGON:

(scenting charity). We're in no hurry.

POZZO:

(having lit his pipe). The second is never so sweet . . .

(he takes the pipe out of his mouth, contemplates it) . .

. as the first I mean. (He puts the pipe back in his

mouth.) But it's sweet just the same.

VLADIMIR:

I'm going.

POZZO:

He can no longer endure my presence. I am perhaps not

particularly human, but who cares? (To Vladimir.) Think

twice before you do anything rash. Suppose you go now

while it is still day, for there is no denying it is still day.

(They all look up at the sky.) Good. (They stop looking at

the sky.) What happens in that case— (he takes the pipe

out of his mouth, examines it) —I'm out— (he relights his

pipe) —in that case— (puff) —in that case— (puff)

—what happens in that case to your appointment with

this . . . Godet . . . Godot . . . Godin . . . anyhow you see

who I mean, who has your future in his hands . . .

(pause) . . . at least your immediate future?

VLADIMIR:

Who told you?

POZZO:

He speaks to me again! If this goes on much longer we'll

soon be old friends.

ESTRAGON:

Why doesn't he put down his bags?

POZZO:

I too would be happy to meet him. The more people I

meet the happier I become. From the meanest creature

one departs wiser, richer, more conscious of one's

blessings. Even you . . . (he looks at them ostentatiously

in turn to make it clear they are both meant) . . . even

you, who knows, will have added to my store.

ESTRAGON:

Why doesn't he put down his bags?

POZZO:

But that would surprise me.

VLADIMIR:

You're being asked a question.

POZZO:

(delighted). A question! Who? What? A moment ago you

were calling me Sir, in fear and trembling. Now you're

asking me questions. No good will come of this!

VLADIMIR:

(to Estragon). I think he's listening.

ESTRAGON:

(circling about Lucky). What?

VLADIMIR:

You can ask him now. He's on the alert.

ESTRAGON:

Ask him what?

VLADIMIR:

Why he doesn't put down his bags.

ESTRAGON:

I wonder.

VLADIMIR:

Ask him, can't you?

POZZO:

(who has followed these exchanges with anxious

attention, fearing lest the question get lost). You want to

know why he doesn't put down his bags, as you call

them.

VLADIMIR:

That's it.

POZZO:

(to Estragon). You are sure you agree with that?

ESTRAGON:

He's puffing like a grampus.

POZZO:

The answer is this. (To Estragon). But stay still, I beg of

you, you're making me nervous!

VLADIMIR:

Here.

ESTRAGON:

What is it?

VLADIMIR:

He's about to speak.

Estragon goes over beside Vladimir. Motionless, side by

side, they wait.

POZZO:

Good. Is everybody ready? Is everybody looking at me?

(He looks at Lucky, jerks the rope. Lucky raises his

head.) Will you look at me, pig! (Lucky looks at him.)

Good. (He puts the pipe in his pocket, takes out a little

vaporizer and sprays his throat, puts back the vaporizer

in his pocket, clears his throat, spits, takes out the

vaporizer again, sprays his throat again, puts back the

vaporizer in his pocket.) I am ready. Is everybody

listening? Is everybody ready? (He looks at them all in

turn, jerks the rope.) Hog! (Lucky raises his head.) I

don't like talking in a vacuum. Good. Let me see.

He reflects.

ESTRAGON:

I'm going.

POZZO:

What was it exactly you wanted to know?

VLADIMIR:

Why he–

POZZO:

(angrily). Don't interrupt me! (Pause. Calmer.) If we all

speak at once we'll never get anywhere. (Pause.) What

was I saying? (Pause. Louder.) What was I saying?

Vladimir mimics one carrying a heavy burden. Pozzo looks

at him, puzzled.

ESTRAGON:

(forcibly). Bags. (He points at Lucky.) Why? Always hold.

(He sags, panting.) Never put down. (He opens his hands,

straightens up with relief.) Why?

POZZO:

Ah! Why couldn't you say so before? Why he doesn't

make himself comfortable? Let's try and get this clear.

Has he not the right to? Certainly he has. It follows that

he doesn't want to. There's reasoning for you. And why

doesn't he want to? (Pause.) Gentlemen, the reason is

this.

VLADIMIR:

(to Estragon). Make a note of this.

POZZO:

He wants to impress me, so that I'll keep him.

ESTRAGON:

What?

POZZO:

Perhaps I haven't got it quite right. He wants to mollify

me, so that I'll give up the idea of parting with him. No,

that's not exactly it either.

VLADIMIR:

You want to get rid of him?

POZZO:

He wants to con me, but he won't.

VLADIMIR:

You want to get rid of him?

POZZO:

He imagines that when I see how well he carries I'll be

tempted to keep him on in that capacity.

ESTRAGON:

You've had enough of him?

POZZO:

In reality he carries like a pig. It's not his job.

VLADIMIR:

You want to get rid of him?

POZZO:

He imagines that when I see him indefatigable I'll regret

my decision. Such is his miserable scheme. As though I

were short of slaves! (All three look at Lucky.) Atlas, son

of Jupiter! (Silence.) Well, that's that, I think. Anything

else?

Vaporizer.

VLADIMIR:

You want to get rid of him?

POZZO:

Remark that I might just as well have been in his shoes

and he in mine. If chance had not willed otherwise. To

each one his due.

VLADIMIR:

You waagerrim?

POZZO:

I beg your pardon?

VLADIMIR:

You want to get rid of him?

POZZO:

I do. But instead of driving him away as I might have

done, I mean instead of simply kicking him out on his arse,

in the goodness of my heart I am bringing him to the fair,

where I hope to get a good price for him. The truth is you

can't drive such creatures away. The best thing would be

to kill them.

Lucky weeps.

ESTRAGON:

He's crying!

POZZO:

Old dogs have more dignity. (He proffers his handkerchief

to Estragon.) Comfort him, since you pity him. (Estragon

hesitates.) Come on. (Estragon takes the handkerchief.)

Wipe away his tears, he'll feel less forsaken.

Estragon hesitates.

VLADIMIR:

Here, give it to me, I'll do it.

Estragon refuses to give the handkerchief.

Childish gestures.

POZZO:

Make haste, before he stops. (Estragon approaches

Lucky and makes to wipe his eyes. Lucky kicks him

violently in the shins. Estragon drops the handkerchief,

recoils, staggers about the stage howling with pain.)

Hanky!

Lucky puts down bag and basket, picks up handkerchief

and gives it to Pozzo, goes back to his place, picks up

bag and basket.

ESTRAGON:

Oh the swine! (He pulls up the leg of his trousers.) He's

crippled me!

POZZO:

I told you he didn't like strangers.

VLADIMIR:

(to Estragon). Show me. (Estragon shows his leg. To

Pozzo, angrily.) He's bleeding!

POZZO:

It's a good sign.

ESTRAGON:

(on one leg). I'll never walk again!

VLADIMIR:

(tenderly). I'll carry you. (Pause.) If necessary.

POZZO:

He's stopped crying. (To Estragon.) You have replaced

him as it were. (Lyrically.) The tears of the world are a

constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep,

somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the

laugh. (He laughs.) Let us not then speak ill of our

generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors.

(Pause.) Let us not speak well of it either. (Pause.) Let us

not speak of it at all. (Pause. Judiciously.) It is true the

population has increased.

VLADIMIR:

Try and walk.

Estragon takes a few limping steps, stops before Lucky

and spits on him, then goes and sits down on the mound.

POZZO:

Guess who taught me all these beautiful things. (Pause.

Pointing to Lucky.) My Lucky!

VLADIMIR:

(looking at the sky.) Will night never come?

POZZO:

But for him all my thoughts, all my feelings, would have

been of common things. (Pause. With extraordinary

vehemence.) Professional worries! (Calmer.) Beauty,

grace, truth of the first water, I knew they were all

beyond me. So I took a knook.

VLADIMIR:

(startled from his inspection of the sky). A knook?

POZZO:

That was nearly sixty years ago . . . (he consults his

watch) . . . yes, nearly sixty. (Drawing himself up

proudly.) You wouldn't think it to look at me, would you?

Compared to him I look like a young man, no? (Pause.)

Hat! (Lucky puts down the basket and takes off his hat.

His long white hair falls about his face. He puts his hat

under his arm and picks up the basket.) Now look. (Pozzo

takes off his hat. [All four wear bowlers.] He is

completely bald. He puts on his hat again.) Did you see?

VLADIMIR:

And now you turn him away? Such an old and faithful

servant!

ESTRAGON:

Swine!

Pozzo more and more agitated.

VLADIMIR:

After having sucked all the good out of him you chuck him

away like a . . . like a banana skin. Really . . .

POZZO:

(groaning, clutching his head). I can't bear it . . . any

longer . . . the way he goes on . . . you've no idea . . .

it's terrible . . . he must go . . . (he waves his arms) . . .

I'm going mad . . . (he collapses, his head in his hands) . .

. I can't bear it . . . any longer . . .

Silence. All look at Pozzo.

VLADIMIR:

He can't bear it.

ESTRAGON:

Any longer.

VLADIMIR:

He's going mad.

ESTRAGON:

It's terrible.

VLADIMIR:

(to Lucky). How dare you! It's abominable! Such a good

master! Crucify him like that! After so many years! Really!

POZZO:

(sobbing). He used to be so kind . . . so helpful . . . and

entertaining . . . my good angel . . . and now . . . he's

killing me.

ESTRAGON:

( to Vladimir). Does he want to replace him?

VLADIMIR:

What?

ESTRAGON:

Does he want someone to take his place or not?

VLADIMIR:

I don't think so.

ESTRAGON:

What?

VLADIMIR:

I don't know.

ESTRAGON:

Ask him.

POZZO:

(calmer). Gentlemen, I don't know what came over me.

Forgive me. Forget all I said. (More and more his old

self.) I don't remember exactly what it was, but you may

be sure there wasn't a word of truth in it. (Drawing

himself up, striking his chest.) Do I look like a man that

can be made to suffer? Frankly? (He rummages in his

pockets.) What have I done with my pipe?

VLADIMIR:

Charming evening we're having.

ESTRAGON:

Unforgettable.

VLADIMIR:

And it's not over.

ESTRAGON:

Apparently not.

VLADIMIR:

It's only beginning.

ESTRAGON:

It's awful.

VLADIMIR:

Worse than the pantomime.

ESTRAGON:

The circus.

VLADIMIR:

The music-hall.

ESTRAGON:

The circus.

POZZO:

What can I have done with that briar?

ESTRAGON:

He's a scream. He's lost his dudeen.

Laughs noisily.

VLADIMIR:

I'll be back.

He hastens towards the wings.

ESTRAGON:

End of the corridor, on the left.

VLADIMIR:

Keep my seat.

Exit Vladimir.

POZZO:

(on the point of tears). I've lost my Kapp and Peterson!

ESTRAGON:

(convulsed with merriment). He'll be the death of me!

POZZO:

You didn't see by any chance— (He misses Vladimir.) Oh!

He's gone! Without saying goodbye! How could he! He

might have waited!

ESTRAGON:

He would have burst.

POZZO:

Oh! (Pause.) Oh well then of course in that case . . .

ESTRAGON:

Come here.

POZZO:

What for?

ESTRAGON:

You'll see.

POZZO:

You want me to get up?

ESTRAGON:

Quick! (Pozzo gets up and goes over beside Estragon.

Estragon points off.) Look!

POZZO:

(having put on his glasses). Oh I say!

ESTRAGON:

It's all over.

Enter Vladimir, somber. He shoulders Lucky out of his

way, kicks over the stool, comes and goes agitatedly.

POZZO:

He's not pleased.

ESTRAGON:

(to Vladimir). You missed a treat. Pity.

Vladimir halts, straightens the stool, comes and goes,

calmer.

POZZO:

He subsides. (Looking round.) Indeed all subsides. A great

calm descends. (Raising his hand.) Listen! Pan sleeps.

VLADIMIR:

Will night never come?

All three look at the sky.

POZZO:

You don't feel like going until it does?

ESTRAGON:

Well you see–

POZZO:

Why it's very natural, very natural. I myself in your

situation, if I had an appointment with a Godin . . . Godet

. . . Godot . . . anyhow, you see who I mean, I'd wait till

it was black night before I gave up. (He looks at the

stool.) I'd very much like to sit down, but I don't quite

know how to go about it.

ESTRAGON:

Could I be of any help?

POZZO:

If you asked me perhaps.

ESTRAGON:

What?

POZZO:

If you asked me to sit down.

ESTRAGON:

Would that be a help?

POZZO:

I fancy so.

ESTRAGON:

Here we go. Be seated, Sir, I beg of you.

POZZO:

No no, I wouldn't think of it! (Pause. Aside.) Ask me again.

ESTRAGON:

Come come, take a seat I beseech you, you'll get

pneumonia.

POZZO:

You really think so?

ESTRAGON:

Why it's absolutely certain.

POZZO:

No doubt you are right. (He sits down.) Done it again!

(Pause.) Thank you, dear fellow. (He consults his watch.)

But I must really be getting along, if I am to observe my

schedule.

VLADIMIR:

Time has stopped.

POZZO:

(cuddling his watch to his ear). Don't you believe it, Sir,

don't you believe it. (He puts his watch back in his

pocket.) Whatever you like, but not that.

ESTRAGON:

(to Pozzo). Everything seems black to him today.

POZZO:

Except the firmament. (He laughs, pleased with this

witticism.) But I see what it is, you are not from these

parts, you don't know what our twilights can do. Shall I

tell you? (Silence. Estragon is fiddling with his boot again,

Vladimir with his hat.) I can't refuse you. (Vaporizer.) A

little attention, if you please. (Vladimir and Estragon

continue their fiddling, Lucky is half asleep. Pozzo cracks

his whip feebly.) What's the matter with this whip? (He

gets up and cracks it more vigorously, finally with

success. Lucky jumps. Vladimir's hat, Estragon's boot,

Lucky's hat, fall to the ground. Pozzo throws down the

whip.) Worn out, this whip. (He looks at Vladimir and

Estragon.) What was I saying?

VLADIMIR:

Let's go.

ESTRAGON:

But take the weight off your feet, I implore you, you'll

catch your death.

POZZO:

True. (He sits down. To Estragon.) What is your name?

ESTRAGON:

Adam.

POZZO:

(who hasn't listened). Ah yes! The night. (He raises his

head.) But be a little more attentive, for pity's sake,

otherwise we'll never get anywhere. (He looks at the

sky.) Look! (All look at the sky except Lucky who is

dozing off again. Pozzo jerks the rope.) Will you look at

the sky, pig! (Lucky looks at the sky.) Good, that's

enough. (They stop looking at the sky.) What is there so

extraordinary about it? Qua sky. It is pale and luminous

like any sky at this hour of the day. (Pause.) In these

latitudes. (Pause.) When the weather is fine. (Lyrical.) An

hour ago (he looks at his watch, prosaic) roughly (lyrical)

after having poured forth even since (he hesitates,

prosaic) say ten o'clock in the morning (lyrical) tirelessly

torrents of red and white light it begins to lose its

effulgence, to grow pale (gesture of the two hands

lapsing by stages) pale, ever a little paler, a little paler

until (dramatic pause, ample gesture of the two hands

flung wide apart) pppfff! finished! it comes to rest. But—

(hand raised in admonition)— but behind this veil of

gentleness and peace, night is charging (vibrantly) and

will burst upon us (snaps his fingers) pop! like that! (his

inspiration leaves him) just when we least expect it.

(Silence. Gloomily.) That's how it is on this bitch of an

earth.

Long silence.

ESTRAGON:

So long as one knows.

VLADIMIR:

One can bide one's time.

ESTRAGON:

One knows what to expect.

VLADIMIR:

No further need to worry.

ESTRAGON:

Simply wait.

VLADIMIR:

We're used to it.

He picks up his hat, peers inside it, shakes it, puts it on.

POZZO:

How did you find me? (Vladimir and Estragon look at him

blankly.) Good? Fair? Middling? Poor? Positively bad?

VLADIMIR:

(first to understand). Oh very good, very very good.

POZZO:

(to Estragon). And you, Sir?

ESTRAGON:

Oh tray bong, tray tray tray bong.

POZZO:

(fervently). Bless you, gentlemen, bless you! (Pause.) I

have such need of encouragement! (Pause.) I weakened

a little towards the end, you didn't notice?

VLADIMIR:

Oh perhaps just a teeny weeny little bit.

ESTRAGON:

I thought it was intentional.

POZZO:

You see my memory is defective.

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

In the meantime, nothing happens.

POZZO:

You find it tedious?

ESTRAGON:

Somewhat.

POZZO:

(to Vladimir). And you, Sir?

VLADIMIR:

I've been better entertained.

Silence. Pozzo struggles inwardly.

POZZO:

Gentlemen, you have been . . . civil to me.

ESTRAGON:

Not at all!

VLADIMIR:

What an idea!

POZZO:

Yes yes, you have been correct. So that I ask myself is

there anything I can do in my turn for these honest

fellows who are having such a dull, dull time.

ESTRAGON:

Even ten francs would be a help.

VLADIMIR:

We are not beggars!

POZZO:

Is there anything I can do, that's what I ask myself, to

cheer them up? I have given them bones, I have talked to

them about this and that, I have explained the twilight,

admittedly. But is it enough, that's what tortures me, is it

enough?

ESTRAGON:

Even five.

VLADIMIR:

(to Estragon, indignantly). That's enough!

ESTRAGON:

I couldn't accept less.

POZZO:

Is is enough? No doubt. But I am liberal. It's my nature.

This evening. So much the worse for me. (He jerks the

rope. Lucky looks at him.) For I shall suffer, no doubt

about that. (He picks up the whip.) What do you prefer?

Shall we have him dance, or sing, or recite, or think, or–

ESTRAGON:

Who?

POZZO:

Who! You know how to think, you two?

VLADIMIR:

He thinks?

POZZO:

Certainly. Aloud. He even used to think very prettily once,

I could listen to him for hours. Now . . . (he shudders). So

much the worse for me. Well, would you like him to think

something for us?

ESTRAGON:

I'd rather he dance, it'd be more fun.

POZZO:

Not necessarily.

ESTRAGON:

Wouldn't it, Didi, be more fun?

VLADIMIR:

I'd like well to hear him think.

ESTRAGON:

Perhaps he could dance first and think afterwards, if it

isn't too much to ask him.

VLADIMIR:

(to Pozzo). Would that be possible?

POZZO:

By all means, nothing simpler. It's the natural order.

He laughs briefly.

VLADIMIR:

Then let him dance.

Silence.

POZZO:

Do you hear, hog?

ESTRAGON:

He never refuses?

POZZO:

He refused once. (Silence.) Dance, misery!

Lucky puts down bag and basket, advances towards

front, turns to Pozzo. Lucky dances. He stops.

ESTRAGON:

Is that all?

POZZO:

Encore!

Lucky executes the same movements, stops.

ESTRAGON:

Pooh! I'd do as well myself. (He imitates Lucky, almost

falls.) With a little practice.

POZZO:

He used to dance the farandole, the fling, the brawl, the

jig, the fandango and even the hornpipe. He capered. For

joy. Now that's the best he can do. Do you know what he

calls it?

ESTRAGON:

The Scapegoat's Agony.

VLADIMIR:

The Hard Stool.

POZZO:

The Net. He thinks he's entangled in a net.

VLADIMIR:

(squirming like an aesthete). There's something about it .

. .

Lucky makes to return to his burdens.

POZZO:

Woaa!

Lucky stiffens.

ESTRAGON:

Tell us about the time he refused.

POZZO:

With pleasure, with pleasure. (He fumbles in his pockets.)

Wait. (He fumbles.) What have I done with my spray? (He

fumbles.) Well now isn't that . . . (He looks up,

consternation on his features. Faintly.) I can't find my

pulverizer!

ESTRAGON:

(faintly). My left lung is very weak! (He coughs feebly. In

ringing tones.) But my right lung is as sound as a bell!

POZZO:

(normal voice). No matter! What was I saying. (He

ponders.) Wait. (Ponders.) Well now isn't that . . . (He

raises his head.) Help me!

ESTRAGON:

Wait!

VLADIMIR:

Wait!

POZZO:

Wait!

All three take off their hats simultaneously, press their

hands to their foreheads, concentrate.

ESTRAGON:

(triumphantly). Ah!

VLADIMIR:

He has it.

POZZO:

(impatient). Well?

ESTRAGON:

Why doesn't he put down his bags?

VLADIMIR:

Rubbish!

POZZO:

Are you sure?

VLADIMIR:

Damn it haven't you already told us?

POZZO:

I've already told you?

ESTRAGON:

He's already told us?

VLADIMIR:

Anyway he has put them down.

ESTRAGON:

(glance at Lucky). So he has. And what of it?

VLADIMIR:

Since he has put down his bags it is impossible we should

have asked why he does not do so.

POZZO:

Stoutly reasoned!

ESTRAGON:

And why has he put them down?

POZZO:

Answer us that.

VLADIMIR:

In order to dance.

ESTRAGON:

True!

POZZO:

True!

Silence. They put on their hats.

ESTRAGON:

Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful!

VLADIMIR:

(to Pozzo). Tell him to think.

POZZO:

Give him his hat.

VLADIMIR:

His hat?

POZZO:

He can't think without his hat.

VLADIMIR:

(to Estragon). Give him his hat.

ESTRAGON:

Me! After what he did to me! Never!

VLADIMIR:

I'll give it to him.

He does not move.

ESTRAGON:

(to Pozzo). Tell him to go and fetch it.

POZZO:

It's better to give it to him.

VLADIMIR:

I'll give it to him.

He picks up the hat and tenders it at arm's length to

Lucky, who does not move.

POZZO:

You must put it on his head.

ESTRAGON:

(to Pozzo). Tell him to take it.

POZZO:

It's better to put it on his head.

VLADIMIR:

I'll put it on his head.

He goes round behind Lucky, approaches him cautiously,

puts the hat on his head and recoils smartly. Lucky does

not move. Silence.

ESTRAGON:

What's he waiting for?

POZZO:

Stand back! (Vladimir and Estragon move away from

Lucky. Pozzo jerks the rope. Lucky looks at Pozzo.) Think,

pig! (Pause. Lucky begins to dance.) Stop! (Lucky stops.)

Forward! (Lucky advances.) Stop! (Lucky stops.) Think!

Silence.

LUCKY:

On the other hand with regard to–

POZZO:

Stop! (Lucky stops.) Back! (Lucky moves back.) Stop!

(Lucky stops.) Turn! (Lucky turns towards auditorium.)

Think!

During Lucky's tirade the others react as follows.

1) Vladimir and Estragon all attention, Pozzo dejected

and disgusted.

2) Vladimir and Estragon begin to protest, Pozzo's

sufferings increase.

3) Vladimir and Estragon attentive again, Pozzo more and

more agitated and groaning.

4) Vladimir and Estragon protest violently. Pozzo jumps

up, pulls on the rope. General outcry. Lucky pulls on the

rope, staggers, shouts his text. All three throw

themselves on Lucky who struggles and shouts his text.

LUCKY:

Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works

of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God

quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside

time without extension who from the heights of divine

apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly

with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will

tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for

reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment

plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and

who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say

blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a

calm which even though intermittent is better than

nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that

as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the

Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy

of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt

all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of

men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew

and Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so

fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public

works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond

all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher

left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard

left unfinished it is established what many deny that man

in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man

in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of

alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and

pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for

reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture

the practice of sports such as tennis football running

cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating

camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of

all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds

hockey of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a word I

resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes

tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in

Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently

simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time

will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word

the dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley

being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head

approximately by and large more or less to the nearest

decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the

stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for reasons

unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and

considering what is more much more grave that in the

light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman it

appears what is more much more grave that in the light

the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and

Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas

by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same

and then the earth namely the air and then the earth in

the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode

of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their

Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea

the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great

cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons

unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but

time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on

abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so

fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and

concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons

unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames

the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the

skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of

the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished graver still

abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned

unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the

tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard (mêlée, final

vociferations) tennis . . . the stones . . . so calm . . .

Cunard . . . unfinished . . .

POZZO:

His hat!

Vladimir seizes Lucky's hat. Silence of Lucky. He falls.

Silence. Panting of the victors.

ESTRAGON:

Avenged!

Vladimir examines the hat, peers inside it.

POZZO:

Give me that! (He snatches the hat from Vladimir, throws

it on the ground, tramples on it.) There's an end to his

thinking!

VLADIMIR:

But will he be able to walk?

POZZO:

Walk or crawl! (He kicks Lucky.) Up pig!

ESTRAGON:

Perhaps he's dead.

VLADIMIR:

You'll kill him.

POZZO:

Up scum! (He jerks the rope.) Help me!

VLADIMIR:

How?

POZZO:

Raise him up!

Vladimir and Estragon hoist Lucky to his feet, support

him an instant, then let him go. He falls.

ESTRAGON:

He's doing it on purpose!

POZZO:

You must hold him. (Pause.) Come on, come on, raise him

up.

ESTRAGON:

To hell with him!

VLADIMIR:

Come on, once more.

ESTRAGON:

What does he take us for?

They raise Lucky, hold him up.

POZZO:

Don't let him go! (Vladimir and Estragon totter.) Don't

move! (Pozzo fetches bag and basket and brings them

towards Lucky.) Hold him tight! (He puts the bag in

Lucky's hand. Lucky drops it immediately.) Don't let him

go! (He puts back the bag in Lucky's hand. Gradually, at

the feel of the bag, Lucky recovers his senses and his

fingers finally close round the handle.) Hold him tight! (As

before with basket.)

Now! You can let him go. (Vladimir and Estragon move

away from Lucky who totters, reels, sags, but succeeds

in remaining on his feet, bag and basket in his hands.

Pozzo steps back, cracks his whip.) Forward! (Lucky

totters forward.) Back! (Lucky totters back.) Turn!

(Lucky turns.) Done it! He can walk. (Turning to Vladimir

and Estragon.) Thank you, gentlemen, and let me . . . (he

fumbles in his pockets) . . . let me wish you . . .

(fumbles) . . . wish you . . . (fumbles) . . . what have I

done with my watch? (Fumbles.) A genuine half-hunter,

gentlemen, with deadbeat escapement! (Sobbing.) Twas

my granpa gave it to me! (He searches on the ground,

Vladimir and Estragon likewise. Pozzo turns over with his

foot the remains of Lucky's hat.) Well now isn't that just–

VLADIMIR:

Perhaps it's in your fob.

POZZO:

Wait! (He doubles up in an attempt to apply his ear to his

stomach, listens. Silence.) I hear nothing. (He beckons

them to approach, Vladimir and Estragon go over to him,

bend over his stomach.) Surely one should hear the

tick-tick.

VLADIMIR:

Silence!

All listen, bent double.

ESTRAGON:

I hear something.

POZZO:

Where?

VLADIMIR:

It's the heart.

POZZO:

(disappointed). Damnation!

VLADIMIR:

Silence!

ESTRAGON:

Perhaps it has stopped.

They straighten up.

POZZO:

Which of you smells so bad?

ESTRAGON:

He has stinking breath and I have stinking feet.

POZZO:

I must go.

ESTRAGON:

And your half-hunter?

POZZO:

I must have left it at the manor.

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

Then adieu.

POZZO:

Adieu.

VLADIMIR:

Adieu.

POZZO:

Adieu.

Silence. No one moves.

VLADIMIR:

Adieu.

POZZO:

Adieu.

ESTRAGON:

Adieu.

Silence.

POZZO:

And thank you.

VLADIMIR:

Thank you.

POZZO:

Not at all.

ESTRAGON:

Yes yes.

POZZO:

No no.

VLADIMIR:

Yes yes.

ESTRAGON:

No no.

Silence.

POZZO:

I don't seem to be able . . . (long hesitation) . . . to

depart.

ESTRAGON:

Such is life.

Pozzo turns, moves away from Lucky towards the wings,

paying out the rope as he goes.

VLADIMIR:

You're going the wrong way.

POZZO:

I need a running start. (Having come to the end of the

rope, i.e., off stage, he stops, turns and cries.) Stand

back! (Vladimir and Estragon stand back, look towards

Pozzo. Crack of whip.) On! On!

ESTRAGON:

On!

VLADIMIR:

On!

Lucky moves off.

POZZO:

Faster! (He appears, crosses the stage preceded by

Lucky. Vladimir and Estragon wave their hats. Exit

Lucky.) On! On! (On the point of disappearing in his turn

he stops and turns. The rope tautens. Noise of Lucky

falling off.) Stool! (Vladimir fetches stool and gives it to

Pozzo who throws it to Lucky.) Adieu!

VLADIMIR and ESTRAGON:

(waving). Adieu! Adieu!

POZZO:

Up! Pig! (Noise of Lucky getting up.) On! (Exit Pozzo.)

Faster! On! Adieu! Pig! Yip! Adieu!

Long silence.

VLADIMIR:

That passed the time.

ESTRAGON:

It would have passed in any case.

VLADIMIR:

Yes, but not so rapidly.

Pause.

ESTRAGON:

What do we do now?

VLADIMIR:

I don't know.

ESTRAGON:

Let's go.

VLADIMIR:

We can't.

ESTRAGON:

Why not?

VLADIMIR:

We're waiting for Godot.

ESTRAGON:

(despairingly). Ah!

Pause.

VLADIMIR:

How they've changed!

ESTRAGON:

Who?

VLADIMIR:

Those two.

ESTRAGON:

That's the idea, let's make a little conversation.

VLADIMIR:

Haven't they?

ESTRAGON:

What?

VLADIMIR:

Changed.

ESTRAGON:

Very likely. They all change. Only we can't.

VLADIMIR:

Likely! It's certain. Didn't you see them?

ESTRAGON:

I suppose I did. But I don't know them.

VLADIMIR:

Yes you do know them.

ESTRAGON:

No I don't know them.

VLADIMIR:

We know them, I tell you. You forget everything. (Pause.

To himself.) Unless they're not the same . . .

ESTRAGON:

Why didn't they recognize us then?

VLADIMIR:

That means nothing. I too pretended not to recognize

them. And then nobody ever recognizes us.

ESTRAGON:

Forget it. What we need— Ow! (Vladimir does not react.)

Ow!

VLADIMIR:

(to himself). Unless they're not the same . . .

ESTRAGON:

Didi! It's the other foot!

He goes hobbling towards the mound.

VLADIMIR:

Unless they're not the same . . .

BOY:

(off). Mister!

Estragon halts. Both look towards the voice.

ESTRAGON:

Off we go again.

VLADIMIR:

Approach, my child.

Enter Boy, timidly. He halts.

BOY:

Mister Albert . . . ?

VLADIMIR:

Yes.

ESTRAGON:

What do you want?

VLADIMIR:

Approach!

The Boy does not move.

ESTRAGON:

(forcibly). Approach when you're told, can't you?

The Boy advances timidly, halts.

VLADIMIR:

What is it?

BOY:

Mr. Godot . . .

VLADIMIR:

Obviously . . . (Pause.) Approach.

ESTRAGON:

(violently). Will you approach! (The Boy advances

timidly.) What kept you so late?

VLADIMIR:

You have a message from Mr. Godot?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR:

Well, what is it?

ESTRAGON:

What kept you so late?

The Boy looks at them in turn, not knowing to which he

should reply.

VLADIMIR:

(to Estragon). Let him alone.

ESTRAGON:

(violently). You let me alone. (Advancing, to the Boy.) Do

you know what time it is?

BOY:

(recoiling). It's not my fault, Sir.

ESTRAGON:

And whose is it? Mine?

BOY:

I was afraid, Sir.

ESTRAGON:

Afraid of what? Of us? (Pause.) Answer me!

VLADIMIR:

I know what it is, he was afraid of the others.

ESTRAGON:

How long have you been here?

BOY:

A good while, Sir.

VLADIMIR:

You were afraid of the whip?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR:

The roars?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR:

The two big men.

BOY:

Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR:

Do you know them?

BOY:

No Sir.

VLADIMIR:

Are you a native of these parts? (Silence.) Do you belong

to these parts?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

ESTRAGON:

That's all a pack of lies. (Shaking the Boy by the arm.)

Tell us the truth!

BOY:

(trembling). But it is the truth, Sir!

VLADIMIR:

Will you let him alone! What's the matter with you?

(Estragon releases the Boy, moves away, covering his

face with his hands. Vladimir and the Boy observe him.

Estragon drops his hands. His face is convulsed.) What's

the matter with you?

ESTRAGON:

I'm unhappy.

VLADIMIR:

Not really! Since when?

ESTRAGON:

I'd forgotten.

VLADIMIR:

Extraordinary the tricks that memory plays! (Estragon

tries to speak, renounces, limps to his place, sits down

and begins to take off his boots. To Boy.) Well?

BOY:

Mr. Godot–

VLADIMIR:

I've seen you before, haven't I?

BOY:

I don't know, Sir.

VLADIMIR:

You don't know me?

BOY:

No Sir.

VLADIMIR:

It wasn't you came yesterday?

BOY:

No Sir.

VLADIMIR:

This is your first time?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

Words words. (Pause.) Speak.

BOY:

(in a rush). Mr. Godot told me to tell you he won't come

this evening but surely tomorrow.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

Is that all?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

You work for Mr. Godot?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR:

What do you do?

BOY:

I mind the goats, Sir.

VLADIMIR:

Is he good to you?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR:

He doesn't beat you?

BOY:

No Sir, not me.

VLADIMIR:

Whom does he beat?

BOY:

He beats my brother, Sir.

VLADIMIR:

Ah, you have a brother?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR:

What does he do?

BOY:

He minds the sheep, Sir.

VLADIMIR:

And why doesn't he beat you?

BOY:

I don't know, Sir.

VLADIMIR:

He must be fond of you.

BOY:

I don't know, Sir.

Silence.

BOY:

Does he give you enough to eat? (The Boy hesitates.)

Does he feed you well?

BOY:

Fairly well, Sir.

VLADIMIR:

You're not unhappy? (The Boy hesitates.) Do you hear

me?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR:

Well?

BOY:

I don't know, Sir.

VLADIMIR:

You don't know if you're unhappy or not?

BOY:

No Sir.

VLADIMIR:

You're as bad as myself. (Silence.) Where do you sleep?

BOY:

In the loft, Sir.

VLADIMIR:

With your brother?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR:

In the hay?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

All right, you may go.

BOY:

What am I to tell Mr. Godot, Sir?

VLADIMIR:

Tell him . . . (he hesitates) . . . tell him you saw us.

(Pause.) You did see us, didn't you?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

He steps back, hesitates, turns and exit running. The

light suddenly fails. In a moment it is night. The moon

rises at back, mounts in the sky, stands still, shedding a

pale light on the scene.

VLADIMIR:

At last!

(Estragon gets up and goes towards Vladimir, a boot in

each hand. He puts them down at edge of stage,

straightens and contemplates the moon.) What are you

doing?

ESTRAGON:

Pale for weariness.

VLADIMIR:

Eh?

ESTRAGON:

Of climbing heaven and gazing on the likes of us.

VLADIMIR:

Your boots, what are you doing with your boots?

ESTRAGON:

(turning to look at the boots). I'm leaving them there.

(Pause.) Another will come, just as . . . as . . . as me, but

with smaller feet, and they'll make him happy.

VLADIMIR:

But you can't go barefoot!

ESTRAGON:

Christ did.

VLADIMIR:

Christ! What has Christ got to do with it. You're not going

to compare yourself to Christ!

ESTRAGON:

All my life I've compared myself to him.

VLADIMIR:

But where he lived it was warm, it was dry!

ESTRAGON:

Yes. And they crucified quick.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

We've nothing more to do here.

ESTRAGON:

Nor anywhere else.

VLADIMIR:

Ah Gogo, don't go on like that. Tomorrow everything will

be better.

ESTRAGON:

How do you make that out?

VLADIMIR:

Did you not hear what the child said?

ESTRAGON:

No.

VLADIMIR:

He said that Godot was sure to come tomorrow. (Pause.)

What do you say to that?

ESTRAGON:

Then all we have to do is to wait on here.

VLADIMIR:

Are you mad? We must take cover. (He takes Estragon by

the arm.) Come on.

He draws Estragon after him. Estragon yields, then

resists. They halt.

ESTRAGON:

(looking at the tree). Pity we haven't got a bit of rope.

VLADIMIR:

Come on. It's cold.

He draws Estragon after him. As before.

ESTRAGON:

Remind me to bring a bit of rope tomorrow.

VLADIMIR:

Yes. Come on.

He draws him after him. As before.

ESTRAGON:

How long have we been together all the time now?

VLADIMIR:

I don't know. Fifty years maybe.

ESTRAGON:

Do you remember the day I threw myself into the Rhone?

VLADIMIR:

We were grape harvesting.

ESTRAGON:

You fished me out.

VLADIMIR:

That's all dead and buried.

ESTRAGON:

My clothes dried in the sun.

VLADIMIR:

There's no good harking back on that. Come on.

He draws him after him. As before.

ESTRAGON:

Wait!

VLADIMIR:

I'm cold!

ESTRAGON:

Wait! (He moves away from Vladimir.) I sometimes

wonder if we wouldn't have been better off alone, each

one for himself. (He crosses the stage and sits down on

the mound.) We weren't made for the same road.

VLADIMIR:

(without anger). It's not certain.

ESTRAGON:

No, nothing is certain.

Vladimir slowly crosses the stage and sits down beside

Estragon.

VLADIMIR:

We can still part, if you think it would be better.

ESTRAGON:

It's not worthwhile now.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

No, it's not worthwhile now.

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

Well, shall we go?

VLADIMIR:

Yes, let's go.

They do not move.

Curtain.

Estragon

Vladimir

Lucky

Pozzo

a boy

*ACT II*

Next day. Same time.

Same place.

Estragon's boots front center, heels together, toes

splayed. Lucky's hat at same place.

The tree has four or five leaves.

Enter Vladimir agitatedly. He halts and looks long at the tree,

then suddenly begins to move feverishly about the stage. He

halts before the boots, picks one up, examines it, sniffs it,

manifests disgust, puts it back carefully. Comes and goes.

Halts extreme right and gazes into distance off, shading his

eyes with his hand. Comes and goes. Halts extreme left, as

before. Comes and goes. Halts suddenly and begins to sing

loudly.

VLADIMIR:

A dog came in—

Having begun too high he stops, clears his throat,

resumes:

A dog came in the kitchen

And stole a crust of bread.

Then cook up with a ladle

And beat him till he was dead.

Then all the dogs came running

And dug the dog a tomb—

He stops, broods, resumes:

Then all the dogs came running

And dug the dog a tomb

And wrote upon the tombstone

For the eyes of dogs to come:

A dog came in the kitchen

And stole a crust of bread.

Then cook up with a ladle

And beat him till he was dead.

Then all the dogs came running

And dug the dog a tomb—

He stops, broods, resumes:

Then all the dogs came running

And dug the dog a tomb—

He stops, broods. Softly.

And dug the dog a tomb . . .

He remains a moment silent and motionless, then begins

to move feverishly about the stage. He halts before the

tree, comes and goes, before the boots, comes and

goes, halts extreme right, gazes into distance, extreme

left, gazes into distance. Enter Estragon right,

barefoot, head bowed. He slowly crosses the stage.

Vladimir turns and sees him.

VLADIMIR:

You again! (Estragon halts but does not raise his head.

Vladimir goes towards him.) Come here till I embrace you.

ESTRAGON:

Don't touch me!

Vladimir holds back, pained.

VLADIMIR:

Do you want me to go away? (Pause.) Gogo! (Pause.

Vladimir observes him attentively.) Did they beat you?

(Pause.) Gogo! (Estragon remains silent, head bowed.)

Where did you spend the night?

ESTRAGON:

Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me!

Stay with me!

VLADIMIR:

Did I ever leave you?

ESTRAGON:

You let me go.

VLADIMIR:

Look at me. (Estragon does not raise his head.

Violently.) Will you look at me!

Estragon raises his head. They look long at each other,

then suddenly embrace, clapping each other on the back.

End of the embrace. Estragon, no longer supported, almost

falls.

ESTRAGON:

What a day!

VLADIMIR:

Who beat you? Tell me.

ESTRAGON:

Another day done with.

VLADIMIR:

Not yet.

ESTRAGON:

For me it's over and done with, no matter what happens.

(Silence.) I heard you singing.

VLADIMIR:

That's right, I remember.

ESTRAGON:

That finished me. I said to myself, He's all alone, he thinks

I'm gone for ever, and he sings.

VLADIMIR:

One is not master of one's moods. All day I've felt in

great form. (Pause.) I didn't get up in the night, not once!

ESTRAGON:

(sadly). You see, you piss better when I'm not there.

VLADIMIR:

I missed you . . . and at the same time I was happy. Isn't

that a strange thing?

ESTRAGON:

(shocked). Happy?

VLADIMIR:

Perhaps it's not quite the right word.

ESTRAGON:

And now?

VLADIMIR:

Now? . . . (Joyous.) There you are again . . .

(Indifferent.) There we are again. . . (Gloomy.) There I am

again.

ESTRAGON:

You see, you feel worse when I'm with you. I feel better

alone too.

VLADIMIR:

(vexed). Then why do you always come crawling back?

ESTRAGON:

I don't know.

VLADIMIR:

No, but I do. It's because you don't know how to defend

yourself. I wouldn't have let them beat you.

ESTRAGON:

You couldn't have stopped them.

VLADIMIR:

Why not?

ESTRAGON:

There was ten of them.

VLADIMIR:

No, I mean before they beat you. I would have stopped

you from doing whatever it was you were doing.

ESTRAGON:

I wasn't doing anything.

VLADIMIR:

Then why did they beat you?

ESTRAGON:

I don't know.

VLADIMIR:

Ah no, Gogo, the truth is there are things that escape you

that don't escape me, you must feel it yourself.

ESTRAGON:

I tell you I wasn't doing anything.

VLADIMIR:

Perhaps you weren't. But it's the way of doing it that

counts, the way of doing it, if you want to go on living.

ESTRAGON:

I wasn't doing anything.

VLADIMIR:

You must be happy too, deep down, if you only knew it.

ESTRAGON:

Happy about what?

VLADIMIR:

To be back with me again.

ESTRAGON:

Would you say so?

VLADIMIR:

Say you are, even if it's not true.

ESTRAGON:

What am I to say?

VLADIMIR:

Say, I am happy.

ESTRAGON:

I am happy.

VLADIMIR:

So am I.

ESTRAGON:

So am I.

VLADIMIR:

We are happy.

ESTRAGON:

We are happy. (Silence.) What do we do now, now that

we are happy?

VLADIMIR:

Wait for Godot. (Estragon groans. Silence.) Things have

changed here since yesterday.

ESTRAGON:

And if he doesn't come?

VLADIMIR:

(after a moment of bewilderment). We'll see when the

time comes. (Pause.) I was saying that things have changed here

since yesterday.

ESTRAGON:

Everything oozes.

VLADIMIR:

Look at the tree.

ESTRAGON:

It's never the same pus from one second to the next.

VLADIMIR:

The tree, look at the tree.

Estragon looks at the tree.

ESTRAGON:

Was is not there yesterday?

VLADIMIR:

Yes of course it was there. Do you not remember? We

nearly hanged ourselves from it. But you wouldn't. Do you not

remember?

ESTRAGON:

You dreamt it.

VLADIMIR:

Is is possible you've forgotten already?

ESTRAGON:

That's the way I am. Either I forget immediately or I never

forget.

VLADIMIR:

And Pozzo and Lucky, have you forgotten them too?

ESTRAGON:

Pozzo and Lucky?

VLADIMIR:

He's forgotten everything!

ESTRAGON:

I remember a lunatic who kicked the shins off me. Then

he played the fool.

VLADIMIR:

That was Lucky.

ESTRAGON:

I remember that. But when was it?

VLADIMIR:

And his keeper, do you not remember him?

ESTRAGON:

He gave me a bone.

VLADIMIR:

That was Pozzo.

ESTRAGON:

And all that was yesterday, you say?

VLADIMIR:

Yes of course it was yesterday.

ESTRAGON:

And here where we are now?

VLADIMIR:

Where else do you think? Do you not recognize the

place?

ESTRAGON:

(suddenly furious). Recognize! What is there to

recognize? All my lousy life I've crawled about in the mud! And

you talk to me about scenery! (Looking wildly about him.)

Look at this muckheap! I've never stirred from it!

VLADIMIR:

Calm yourself, calm yourself.

ESTRAGON:

You and your landscapes! Tell me about the worms!

VLADIMIR:

All the same, you can't tell me that this (gesture) bears

any resemblance to . . . (he hesitates) . . . to the Macon country

for example. You can't deny there's a big difference.

ESTRAGON:

The Macon country! Who's talking to you about the

Macon country?

VLADIMIR:

But you were there yourself, in the Macon country.

ESTRAGON:

No I was never in the Macon country! I've puked my

puke of a life away here, I tell you! Here! In the Cackon

country!

VLADIMIR:

But we were there together, I could swear to it! Picking

grapes for a man called . . . (he snaps his fingers) . . . can't

think of the name of the man, at a place called . . . (snaps his

fingers) . . . can't think of the name of the place, do you not

remember?

ESTRAGON:

(a little calmer). It's possible. I didn't notice anything.

VLADIMIR:

But down there everything is red!

ESTRAGON:

(exasperated). I didn't notice anything, I tell you!

Silence. Vladimir sighs deeply.

VLADIMIR:

You're a hard man to get on with, Gogo.

ESTRAGON:

It'd be better if we parted.

VLADIMIR:

You always say that and you always come crawling back.

ESTRAGON:

The best thing would be to kill me, like the other.

VLADIMIR:

What other? (Pause.) What other?

ESTRAGON:

Like billions of others.

VLADIMIR:

(sententious). To every man his little cross. (He sighs.)

Till he dies. (Afterthought.) And is forgotten.

ESTRAGON:

In the meantime let us try and converse calmly, since we

are incapable of keeping silent.

VLADIMIR:

You're right, we're inexhaustible.

ESTRAGON:

It's so we won't think.

VLADIMIR:

We have that excuse.

ESTRAGON:

It's so we won't hear.

VLADIMIR:

We have our reasons.

ESTRAGON:

All the dead voices.

VLADIMIR:

They make a noise like wings.

ESTRAGON:

Like leaves.

VLADIMIR:

Like sand.

ESTRAGON:

Like leaves.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

They all speak at once.

ESTRAGON:

Each one to itself.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

Rather they whisper.

ESTRAGON:

They rustle.

VLADIMIR:

They murmur.

ESTRAGON:

They rustle.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

What do they say?

ESTRAGON:

They talk about their lives.

VLADIMIR:

To have lived is not enough for them.

ESTRAGON:

They have to talk about it.

VLADIMIR:

To be dead is not enough for them.

ESTRAGON:

It is not sufficient.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

They make a noise like feathers.

ESTRAGON:

Like leaves.

VLADIMIR:

Likes ashes.

ESTRAGON:

Like leaves.

Long silence.

VLADIMIR:

Say something!

ESTRAGON:

I'm trying.

Long silence.

VLADIMIR:

(in anguish). Say anything at all!

ESTRAGON:

What do we do now?

VLADIMIR:

Wait for Godot.

ESTRAGON:

Ah!

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

This is awful!

ESTRAGON:

Sing something.

VLADIMIR:

No no! (He reflects.) We could start all over again

perhaps.

ESTRAGON:

That should be easy.

VLADIMIR:

It's the start that's difficult.

ESTRAGON:

You can start from anything.

VLADIMIR:

Yes, but you have to decide.

ESTRAGON:

True.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

Help me!

ESTRAGON:

I'm trying.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

When you seek you hear.

ESTRAGON:

You do.

VLADIMIR:

That prevents you from finding.

ESTRAGON:

It does.

VLADIMIR:

That prevents you from thinking.

ESTRAGON:

You think all the same.

VLADIMIR:

No no, it's impossible.

ESTRAGON:

That's the idea, let's contradict each another.

VLADIMIR:

Impossible.

ESTRAGON:

You think so?

VLADIMIR:

We're in no danger of ever thinking any more.

ESTRAGON:

Then what are we complaining about?

VLADIMIR:

Thinking is not the worst.

ESTRAGON:

Perhaps not. But at least there's that.

VLADIMIR:

That what?

ESTRAGON:

That's the idea, let's ask each other questions.

VLADIMIR:

What do you mean, at least there's that?

ESTRAGON:

That much less misery.

VLADIMIR:

True.

ESTRAGON:

Well? If we gave thanks for our mercies?

VLADIMIR:

What is terrible is to have thought.

ESTRAGON:

But did that ever happen to us?

VLADIMIR:

Where are all these corpses from?

ESTRAGON:

These skeletons.

VLADIMIR:

Tell me that.

ESTRAGON:

True.

VLADIMIR:

We must have thought a little.

ESTRAGON:

At the very beginning.

VLADIMIR:

A charnel-house! A charnel-house!

ESTRAGON:

You don't have to look.

VLADIMIR:

You can't help looking.

ESTRAGON:

True.

VLADIMIR:

Try as one may.

ESTRAGON:

I beg your pardon?

VLADIMIR:

Try as one may.

ESTRAGON:

We should turn resolutely towards Nature.

VLADIMIR:

We've tried that.

ESTRAGON:

True.

VLADIMIR:

On it's not the worst, I know.

ESTRAGON:

What?

VLADIMIR:

To have thought.

ESTRAGON:

Obviously.

VLADIMIR:

But we could have done without it.

ESTRAGON:

Que voulez-vous?

VLADIMIR:

I beg your pardon?

ESTRAGON:

Que voulez-vouz.

VLADIMIR:

Ah! que voulez-vous. Exactly.

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

That wasn't such a bad little canter.

VLADIMIR:

Yes, but now we'll have to find something else.

ESTRAGON:

Let me see.

He takes off his hat, concentrates.

VLADIMIR:

Let me see. (He takes off his hat, concentrates. Long

silence.) Ah!

They put on their hats, relax.

ESTRAGON:

Well?

VLADIMIR:

What was I saying, we could go on from there.

ESTRAGON:

What were you saying when?

VLADIMIR:

At the very beginning.

ESTRAGON:

The very beginning of WHAT?

VLADIMIR:

This evening . . . I was saying . . . I was saying . . .

ESTRAGON:

I'm not a historian.

VLADIMIR:

Wait . . . we embraced . . . we were happy . . . happy . .

. what do we do now that we're happy . . . go on waiting . . .

waiting . . . let me think . . . it's coming . . . go on waiting . . .

now that we're happy . . . let me see . . . ah! The tree!

ESTRAGON:

The tree?

VLADIMIR:

Do you not remember?

ESTRAGON:

I'm tired.

VLADIMIR:

Look at it.

They look at the tree.

ESTRAGON:

I see nothing.

VLADIMIR:

But yesterday evening it was all black and bare. And now

it's covered with leaves.

ESTRAGON:

Leaves?

VLADIMIR:

In a single night.

ESTRAGON:

It must be the Spring.

VLADIMIR:

But in a single night!

ESTRAGON:

I tell you we weren't here yesterday. Another of your

nightmares.

VLADIMIR:

And where were we yesterday evening according to you?

ESTRAGON:

How would I know? In another compartment. There's no

lack of void.

VLADIMIR:

(sure of himself). Good. We weren't here yesterday

evening. Now what did we do yesterday evening?

ESTRAGON:

Do?

VLADIMIR:

Try and remember.

ESTRAGON:

Do . . . I suppose we blathered.

VLADIMIR:

(controlling himself). About what?

ESTRAGON:

Oh . . . this and that I suppose, nothing in particular. (With

assurance.) Yes, now I remember, yesterday evening we spent

blathering about nothing in particular. That's been going on now

for half a century.

VLADIMIR:

You don't remember any fact, any circumstance?

ESTRAGON:

(weary). Don't torment me, Didi.

VLADIMIR:

The sun. The moon. Do you not remember?

ESTRAGON:

They must have been there, as usual.

VLADIMIR:

You didn't notice anything out of the ordinary?

ESTRAGON:

Alas!

VLADIMIR:

And Pozzo? And Lucky?

ESTRAGON:

Pozzo?

VLADIMIR:

The bones.

ESTRAGON:

They were like fishbones.

VLADIMIR:

It was Pozzo gave them to you.

ESTRAGON:

I don't know.

VLADIMIR:

And the kick.

ESTRAGON:

That's right, someone gave me a kick.

VLADIMIR:

It was Lucky gave it to you.

ESTRAGON:

And all that was yesterday?

VLADIMIR:

Show me your leg.

ESTRAGON:

Which?

VLADIMIR:

Both. Pull up your trousers. (Estragon gives a leg to

Vladimir, staggers. Vladimir takes the leg. They stagger.) Pull

up your trousers.

ESTRAGON:

I can't.

Vladimir pulls up the trousers, looks at the leg, lets it

go. Estragon almost falls.

VLADIMIR:

The other. (Estragon gives the same leg.) The other, pig!

(Estragon gives the other leg. Triumphantly.) There's the

wound! Beginning to fester!

ESTRAGON:

And what about it?

VLADIMIR:

(letting go the leg). What are your boots?

ESTRAGON:

I must have thrown them away.

VLADIMIR:

When?

ESTRAGON:

I don't know.

VLADIMIR:

Why?

ESTRAGON:

(exasperated). I don't know why I don't know!

VLADIMIR:

No, I mean why did you throw them away?

ESTRAGON:

(exasperated). Because they were hurting me!

VLADIMIR:

(triumphantly, pointing to the boots). There they are!

(Estragon looks at the boots.) At the very spot where you left

them yesterday!

Estragon goes towards the boots, inspects them closely.

ESTRAGON:

They're not mine.

VLADIMIR:

(stupefied). Not yours!

ESTRAGON:

Mine were black. These are brown.

VLADIMIR:

You're sure yours were black?

ESTRAGON:

Well they were a kind of gray.

VLADIMIR:

And these are brown. Show me.

ESTRAGON:

(picking up a boot). Well they're a kind of green.

VLADIMIR:

Show me. (Estragon hands him the boot. Vladimir

inspects it, throws it down angrily.) Well of all the–

ESTRAGON:

You see, all that's a lot of bloody–

VLADIMIR:

Ah! I see what it is. Yes, I see what's happened.

ESTRAGON:

All that's a lot of bloody–

VLADIMIR:

It's elementary. Someone came and took yours and left

you his.

ESTRAGON:

Why?

VLADIMIR:

His were too tight for him, so he took yours.

ESTRAGON:

But mine were too tight.

VLADIMIR:

For you. Not for him.

ESTRAGON:

(having tried in vain to work it out). I'm tired! (Pause.)

Let's go.

VLADIMIR:

We can't.

ESTRAGON:

Why not?

VLADIMIR:

We're waiting for Godot.

ESTRAGON:

Ah! (Pause. Despairing.) What'll we do, what'll we do!

VLADIMIR:

There's nothing we can do.

ESTRAGON:

But I can't go on like this!

VLADIMIR:

Would you like a radish?

ESTRAGON:

Is that all there is?

VLADIMIR:

There are radishes and turnips.

ESTRAGON:

Are there no carrots?

VLADIMIR:

No. Anyway you overdo it with your carrots.

ESTRAGON:

Then give me a radish. (Vladimir fumbles in his pockets,

finds nothing but turnips, finally brings out a radish and

hands it to Estragon who examines it, sniffs it.) It's black!

VLADIMIR:

It's a radish.

ESTRAGON:

I only like the pink ones, you know that!

VLADIMIR:

Then you don't want it?

ESTRAGON:

I only like the pink ones!

VLADIMIR:

Then give it back to me.

Estragon gives it back.

ESTRAGON:

I'll go and get a carrot.

He does not move.

VLADIMIR:

This is becoming really insignificant.

ESTRAGON:

Not enough.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

What about trying them.

ESTRAGON:

I've tried everything.

VLADIMIR:

No, I mean the boots.

ESTRAGON:

Would that be a good thing?

VLADIMIR:

It'd pass the time. (Estragon hesitates.) I assure you, it'd

be an occupation.

ESTRAGON:

A relaxation.

VLADIMIR:

A recreation.

ESTRAGON:

A relaxation.

VLADIMIR:

Try.

ESTRAGON:

You'll help me?

VLADIMIR:

I will of course.

ESTRAGON:

We don't manage too badly, eh Didi, between the two of

us?

VLADIMIR:

Yes yes. Come on, we'll try the left first.

ESTRAGON:

We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the

impression we exist?

VLADIMIR:

(impatiently). Yes yes, we're magicians. But let us

persevere in what we have resolved, before we forget. (He

picks up a boot.) Come on, give me your foot. (Estragon

raises his foot.) The other, hog! (Estragon raises the other

foot.) Higher! (Wreathed together they stagger about the

stage. Vladimir succeeds finally in getting on the boot.) Try

and walk. (Estragon walks.) Well?

ESTRAGON:

It fits.

VLADIMIR:

(taking string from his pocket). We'll try and lace it.

ESTRAGON:

(vehemently). No no, no laces, no laces!

VLADIMIR:

You'll be sorry. Let's try the other. (As before.) Well?

ESTRAGON:

(grudgingly). It fits too.

VLADIMIR:

They don't hurt you?

ESTRAGON:

Not yet.

VLADIMIR:

Then you can keep them.

ESTRAGON:

They're too big.

VLADIMIR:

Perhaps you'll have socks some day.

ESTRAGON:

True.

VLADIMIR:

Then you'll keep them?

ESTRAGON:

That's enough about these boots.

VLADIMIR:

Yes, but–

ESTRAGON:

(violently). Enough! (Silence.) I suppose I might as well

sit down.

He looks for a place to sit down, then goes and sits

down on the mound.

VLADIMIR:

That's where you were sitting yesterday evening.

ESTRAGON:

If I could only sleep.

VLADIMIR:

Yesterday you slept.

ESTRAGON:

I'll try.

He resumes his foetal posture, his head between his

knees.

VLADIMIR:

Wait. (He goes over and sits down beside Estragon and

begins to sing in a loud voice.)

Bye bye bye bye

Bye bye—

ESTRAGON:

(looking up angrily). Not so loud!

VLADIMIR:

(softly).

Bye bye bye bye

Bye bye bye bye

Bye bye bye bye

Bye bye . . .

Estragon sleeps. Vladimir gets up softly, takes off his

coat and lays it across Estragon's shoulders, then

starts walking up and down, swinging his arms to keep

himself warm. Estragon wakes with a start, jumps up,

casts about wildly. Vladimir runs to him, puts his arms

around him.) There . . . there . . . Didi is here . . . don't

be afraid . . .

ESTRAGON:

Ah!

VLADIMIR:

There . . . there . . . it's all over.

ESTRAGON:

I was falling–

VLADIMIR:

It's all over, it's all over.

ESTRAGON:

I was on top of a–

VLADIMIR:

Don't tell me! Come, we'll walk it off.

He takes Estragon by the arm and walks him up and

down until Estragon refuses to go any further.

ESTRAGON:

That's enough. I'm tired.

VLADIMIR:

You'd rather be stuck there doing nothing?

ESTRAGON:

Yes.

VLADIMIR:

Please yourself.

He releases Estragon, picks up his coat and puts it on.

ESTRAGON:

Let's go.

VLADIMIR:

We can't.

ESTRAGON:

Why not?

VLADIMIR:

We're waiting for Godot.

ESTRAGON:

Ah! (Vladimir walks up and down.) Can you not stay

still?

VLADIMIR:

I'm cold.

ESTRAGON:

We came too soon.

VLADIMIR:

It's always at nightfall.

ESTRAGON:

But night doesn't fall.

VLADIMIR:

It'll fall all of a sudden, like yesterday.

ESTRAGON:

Then it'll be night.

VLADIMIR:

And we can go.

ESTRAGON:

Then it'll be day again. (Pause. Despairing.) What'll we

do, what'll we do!

VLADIMIR:

(halting, violently). Will you stop whining! I've had about

my bellyful of your lamentations!

ESTRAGON:

I'm going.

VLADIMIR:

(seeing Lucky's hat). Well!

ESTRAGON:

Farewell.

VLADIMIR:

Lucky's hat. (He goes towards it.) I've been here an hour

and never saw it. (Very pleased.) Fine!

ESTRAGON:

You'll never see me again.

VLADIMIR:

I knew it was the right place. Now our troubles are over.

(He picks up the hat, contemplates it, straightens it.) Must

have been a very fine hat. (He puts it on in place of his own

which he hands to Estragon.) Here.

ESTRAGON:

What?

VLADIMIR:

Hold that.

Estragon takes Vladimir's hat. Vladimir adjusts Lucky's

hat on his head. Estragon puts on Vladimir's hat in place of

his own which he hands to Vladimir. Vladimir takes

Estragon's hat. Estragon adjusts Vladimir's hat on his head.

Vladimir puts on Estragon's hat in place of Lucky's which he

hands to Estragon. Estragon takes Lucky's hat. Vladimir

adjusts Estragon's hat on his head. Estragon puts on Lucky's

hat in place of Vladimir's which he hands to Vladimir.

Vladimir takes his hat, Estragon adjusts Lucky's hat on his

head. Vladimir puts on his hat in place of Estragon's which

he hands to Estragon. Estragon takes his hat. Vladimir

adjusts his hat on his head. Estragon puts on his hat in place

of Lucky's which he hands to Vladimir. Vladimir takes Lucky's

hat. Estragon adjusts his hat on his head. Vladimir puts on

Lucky's hat in place of his own which he hands to Estragon.

Estragon takes Vladimir's hat. Vladimir adjusts Lucky's hat

on his head. Estragon hands Vladimir's hat back to Vladimir

who takes it and hands it back to Estragon who takes it and

hands it back to Vladimir who takes it and throws it down.

How does it fit me?

ESTRAGON:

How would I know?

VLADIMIR:

No, but how do I look in it?

He turns his head coquettishly to and fro, minces like a

mannequin.

ESTRAGON:

Hideous.

VLADIMIR:

Yes, but not more so than usual?

ESTRAGON:

Neither more nor less.

VLADIMIR:

Then I can keep it. Mine irked me. (Pause.) How shall I

say? (Pause.) It itched me.

He takes off Lucky's hat, peers into it, shakes it,

knocks on the crown, puts it on again.

ESTRAGON:

I'm going.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

Will you not play?

ESTRAGON:

Play at what?

VLADIMIR:

We could play at Pozzo and Lucky.

ESTRAGON:

Never heard of it.

VLADIMIR:

I'll do Lucky, you do Pozzo. (He imitates Lucky sagging

under the weight of his baggage. Estragon looks at him with

stupefaction.) Go on.

ESTRAGON:

What am I to do?

VLADIMIR:

Curse me!

ESTRAGON:

(after reflection). Naughty!

VLADIMIR:

Stronger!

ESTRAGON:

Gonococcus! Spirochete!

Vladimir sways back and forth, doubled in two.

VLADIMIR:

Tell me to think.

ESTRAGON:

What?

VLADIMIR:

Say, Think, pig!

ESTRAGON:

Think, pig!

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

I can't.

ESTRAGON:

That's enough of that.

VLADIMIR:

Tell me to dance.

ESTRAGON:

I'm going.

VLADIMIR:

Dance, hog! (He writhes. Exit Estragon left,

precipitately.) I can't! (He looks up, misses Estragon.) Gogo!

(He moves wildly about the stage. Enter Estragon left,

panting. He hastens towards Vladimir, falls into his arms.)

There you are again at last!

ESTRAGON:

I'm accursed!

VLADIMIR:

Where were you? I thought you were gone for ever.

ESTRAGON:

They're coming!

VLADIMIR:

Who?

ESTRAGON:

I don't know.

VLADIMIR:

How many?

ESTRAGON:

I don't know.

VLADIMIR:

(triumphantly). It's Godot! At last! Gogo! It's Godot!

We're saved! Let's go and meet him! (He drags Estragon

towards the wings. Estragon resists, pulls himself free, exit

right.) Gogo! Come back! (Vladimir runs to extreme left,

scans the horizon. Enter Estragon right, he hastens towards

Vladimir, falls into his arms.) There you are again again!

ESTRAGON:

I'm in hell!

VLADIMIR:

Where were you?

ESTRAGON:

They're coming there too!

VLADIMIR:

We're surrounded! (Estragon makes a rush towards

back.) Imbecile! There's no way out there. (He takes Estragon

by the arm and drags him towards front. Gesture towards

front.) There! Not a soul in sight! Off you go! Quick! (He

pushes Estragon towards auditorium. Estragon recoils in

horror.) You won't? (He contemplates auditorium.) Well I can

understand that. Wait till I see. (He reflects.) Your only hope

left is to disappear.

ESTRAGON:

Where?

VLADIMIR:

Behind the tree. (Estragon hesitates.) Quick! Behind the

tree. (Estragon goes and crouches behind the tree, realizes he

is not hidden, comes out from behind the tree.) Decidedly this

tree will not have been the slightest use to us.

ESTRAGON:

(calmer). I lost my head. Forgive me. It won't happen

again. Tell me what to do.

VLADIMIR:

There's nothing to do.

ESTRAGON:

You go and stand there. (He draws Vladimir to extreme

right and places him with his back to the stage.) There, don't

move, and watch out. (Vladimir scans horizon, screening his

eyes with his hand. Estragon runs and takes up same position

extreme left. They turn their heads and look at each other.)

Back to back like in the good old days. (They continue to look

at each other for a moment, then resume their watch. Long

silence.) Do you see anything coming?

VLADIMIR:

(turning his head). What?

ESTRAGON:

(louder). Do you see anything coming?

VLADIMIR:

No.

ESTRAGON:

Nor I.

They resume their watch. Silence.

VLADIMIR:

You must have had a vision.

ESTRAGON:

(turning his head). What?

VLADIMIR:

(louder). You must have had a vision.

ESTRAGON:

No need to shout!

They resume their watch. Silence.

VLADIMIR and ESTRAGON:

(turning simultaneously). Do you–

VLADIMIR:

Oh pardon!

ESTRAGON:

Carry on.

VLADIMIR:

No no, after you.

ESTRAGON:

No no, you first.

VLADIMIR:

I interrupted you.

ESTRAGON:

On the contrary.

They glare at each other angrily.

VLADIMIR:

Ceremonious ape!

ESTRAGON:

Punctilious pig!

VLADIMIR:

Finish your phrase, I tell you!

ESTRAGON:

Finish your own!

Silence. They draw closer, halt.

VLADIMIR:

Moron!

ESTRAGON:

That's the idea, let's abuse each other.

They turn, move apart, turn again and face each other.

VLADIMIR:

Moron!

ESTRAGON:

Vermin!

VLADIMIR:

Abortion!

ESTRAGON:

Morpion!

VLADIMIR:

Sewer-rat!

ESTRAGON:

Curate!

VLADIMIR:

Cretin!

ESTRAGON:

(with finality). Crritic!

VLADIMIR:

Oh!

He wilts, vanquished, and turns away.

ESTRAGON:

Now let's make it up.

VLADIMIR:

Gogo!

ESTRAGON:

Didi!

VLADIMIR:

Your hand!

ESTRAGON:

Take it!

VLADIMIR:

Come to my arms!

ESTRAGON:

Yours arms?

VLADIMIR:

My breast!

ESTRAGON:

Off we go!

They embrace. They separate. Silence.

VLADIMIR:

How time flies when one has fun!

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

What do we do now?

VLADIMIR:

While waiting.

ESTRAGON:

While waiting.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

We could do our exercises.

ESTRAGON:

Our movements.

VLADIMIR:

Our elevations.

ESTRAGON:

Our relaxations.

VLADIMIR:

Our elongations.

ESTRAGON:

Our relaxations.

VLADIMIR:

To warm us up.

ESTRAGON:

To calm us down.

VLADIMIR:

Off we go.

Vladimir hops from one foot to the other. Estragon

imitates him.

ESTRAGON:

(stopping). That's enough. I'm tired.

VLADIMIR:

(stopping). We're not in shape. What about a little deep

breathing?

ESTRAGON:

I'm tired breathing.

VLADIMIR:

You're right. (Pause.) Let's just do the tree, for the

balance.

ESTRAGON:

The tree?

Vladimir does the tree, staggering about on one leg.

VLADIMIR:

(stopping). Your turn.

Estragon does the tree, staggers.

ESTRAGON:

Do you think God sees me?

VLADIMIR:

You must close your eyes.

Estragon closes his eyes, staggers worse.

ESTRAGON:

(stopping, brandishing his fists, at the top of his voice.)

God have pity on me!

VLADIMIR:

(vexed). And me?

ESTRAGON:

On me! On me! Pity! On me!

Enter Pozzo and Lucky. Pozzo is blind. Lucky

burdened as before. Rope as before, but much shorter, so

that Pozzo may follow more easily. Lucky wearing a different

hat. At the sight of Vladimir and Estragon he stops short.

Pozzo, continuing on his way, bumps into him.

VLADIMIR:

Gogo!

POZZO:

(clutching onto Lucky who staggers). What is it? Who is

it?

Lucky falls, drops everything and brings down Pozzo

with him. They lie helpless among the scattered baggage.

ESTRAGON:

Is it Godot?

VLADIMIR:

At last! (He goes towards the heap.) Reinforcements at

last!

POZZO:

Help!

ESTRAGON:

Is it Godot?

VLADIMIR:

We were beginning to weaken. Now we're sure to see

the evening out.

POZZO:

Help!

ESTRAGON:

Do you hear him?

VLADIMIR:

We are no longer alone, waiting for the night, waiting for

Godot, waiting for . . . waiting. All evening we have struggled,

unassisted. Now it's over. It's already tomorrow.

POZZO:

Help!

VLADIMIR:

Time flows again already. The sun will set, the moon rise,

and we away . . . from here.

POZZO:

Pity!

VLADIMIR:

Poor Pozzo!

ESTRAGON:

I knew it was him.

VLADIMIR:

Who?

ESTRAGON:

Godot.

VLADIMIR:

But it's not Godot.

ESTRAGON:

It's not Godot?

VLADIMIR:

It's not Godot.

ESTRAGON:

Then who is it?

VLADIMIR:

It's Pozzo.

POZZO:

Here! Here! Help me up!

VLADIMIR:

He can't get up.

ESTRAGON:

Let's go.

VLADIMIR:

We can't.

ESTRAGON:

Why not?

VLADIMIR:

We're waiting for Godot.

ESTRAGON:

Ah!

VLADIMIR:

Perhaps he has another bone for you.

ESTRAGON:

Bone?

VLADIMIR:

Chicken. Do you not remember?

ESTRAGON:

It was him?

VLADIMIR:

Yes.

ESTRAGON:

Ask him.

VLADIMIR:

Perhaps we should help him first.

ESTRAGON:

To do what?

VLADIMIR:

To get up.

ESTRAGON:

He can't get up?

VLADIMIR:

He wants to get up.

ESTRAGON:

Then let him get up.

VLADIMIR:

He can't.

ESTRAGON:

Why not?

VLADIMIR:

I don't know.

Pozzo writhes, groans, beats the ground with his fists.

ESTRAGON:

We should ask him for the bone first. Then if he refuses

we'll leave him there.

VLADIMIR:

You mean we have him at our mercy?

ESTRAGON:

Yes.

VLADIMIR:

And that we should subordinate our good offices to

certain conditions?

ESTRAGON:

What?

VLADIMIR:

That seems intelligent all right. But there's one thing I'm

afraid of.

POZZO:

Help!

ESTRAGON:

What?

VLADIMIR:

That Lucky might get going all of a sudden. Then we'd be

ballocksed.

ESTRAGON:

Lucky?

VLADIMIR:

The one that went for you yesterday.

ESTRAGON:

I tell you there was ten of them.

VLADIMIR:

No, before that, the one that kicked you.

ESTRAGON:

Is he there?

VLADIMIR:

As large as life. (Gesture towards Lucky.) For the

moment he is inert. But he might run amuck any minute.

POZZO:

Help!

ESTRAGON:

And suppose we gave him a good beating the two of us?

VLADIMIR:

You mean if we fell on him in his sleep?

ESTRAGON:

Yes.

VLADIMIR:

That seems a good idea all right. But could we do it? Is

he really asleep? (Pause.) No, the best would be to take

advantage of Pozzo's calling for help–

POZZO:

Help!

VLADIMIR:

To help him–

ESTRAGON:

We help him?

VLADIMIR:

In anticipation of some tangible return.

ESTRAGON:

And suppose he–

VLADIMIR:

Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! (Pause.

Vehemently.) Let us do something, while we have the chance! It

is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we

personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well,

if not better. To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for

help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of

time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make

the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for

once the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us! What do

you say? (Estragon says nothing.) It is true that when with

folded arms we weigh the pros and cons we are no less a credit

to our species. The tiger bounds to the help of his congeners

without the least reflection, or else he slinks away into the depths

of the thickets. But that is not the question. What are we doing

here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we

happen to know the answer. Yes, in this immense confusion one

thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come–

ESTRAGON:

Ah!

POZZO:

Help!

VLADIMIR:

Or for night to fall. (Pause.) We have kept our

appointment and that's an end to that. We are not saints, but we

have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as

much?

ESTRAGON:

Billions.

VLADIMIR:

You think so?

ESTRAGON:

I don't know.

VLADIMIR:

You may be right.

POZZO:

Help!

VLADIMIR:

All I know is that the hours are long, under these

conditions, and constrain us to beguile them with proceedings

which —how shall I say— which may at first sight seem

reasonable, until they become a habit. You may say it is to

prevent our reason from foundering. No doubt. But has it not

long been straying in the night without end of the abysmal

depths? That's what I sometimes wonder. You follow my

reasoning?

ESTRAGON:

(aphoristic for once). We are all born mad. Some

remain so.

POZZO:

Help! I'll pay you!

ESTRAGON:

How much?

POZZO:

One hundred francs!

ESTRAGON:

It's not enough.

VLADIMIR:

I wouldn't go so far as that.

ESTRAGON:

You think it's enough?

VLADIMIR:

No, I mean so far as to assert that I was weak in the head

when I came into the world. But that is not the question.

POZZO:

Two hundred!

VLADIMIR:

We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No,

don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it.

Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it

go to waste. Come, let's get to work! (He advances towards

the heap, stops in his stride.) In an instant all will vanish and

we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness!

He broods.

POZZO:

Two hundred!

VLADIMIR:

We're coming!

He tries to pull Pozzo to his feet, fails, tries again,

stumbles, falls, tries to get up, fails.

ESTRAGON:

What's the matter with you all?

VLADIMIR:

Help!

ESTRAGON:

I'm going.

VLADIMIR:

Don't leave me! They'll kill me!

POZZO:

Where am I?

VLADIMIR:

Gogo!

POZZO:

Help!

VLADIMIR:

Help!

ESTRAGON:

I'm going.

VLADIMIR:

Help me up first, then we'll go together.

ESTRAGON:

You promise?

VLADIMIR:

I swear it!

ESTRAGON:

And we'll never come back?

VLADIMIR:

Never!

ESTRAGON:

We'll go to the Pyrenees.

VLADIMIR:

Wherever you like.

ESTRAGON:

I've always wanted to wander in the Pyrenees.

VLADIMIR:

You'll wander in them.

ESTRAGON:

(recoiling). Who farted?

VLADIMIR:

Pozzo.

POZZO:

Here! Here! Pity!

ESTRAGON:

It's revolting!

VLADIMIR:

Quick! Give me your hand!

ESTRAGON:

I'm going. (Pause. Louder.) I'm going.

VLADIMIR:

Well I suppose in the end I'll get up by myself. (He tries,

fails.) In the fullness of time.

ESTRAGON:

What's the matter with you?

VLADIMIR:

Go to hell.

ESTRAGON:

Are you staying there?

VLADIMIR:

For the time being.

ESTRAGON:

Come on, get up, you'll catch a chill.

VLADIMIR:

Don't worry about me.

ESTRAGON:

Come on, Didi, don't be pig-headed!

He stretches out his hand which Vladimir makes haste

to seize.

VLADIMIR:

Pull!

Estragon pulls, stumbles, falls. Long silence.

POZZO:

Help!

VLADIMIR:

We've arrived.

POZZO:

Who are you?

VLADIMIR:

We are men.

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

Sweet mother earth!

VLADIMIR:

Can you get up?

ESTRAGON:

I don't know.

VLADIMIR:

Try.

ESTRAGON:

Not now, not now.

Silence.

POZZO:

What happened?

VLADIMIR:

(violently). Will you stop it, you! Pest! He can think of

nothing but himself!

ESTRAGON:

What about a little snooze?

VLADIMIR:

Did you hear him? He wants to know what happened!

ESTRAGON:

Don't mind him. Sleep.

Silence.

POZZO:

Pity! Pity!

ESTRAGON:

(with a start). What is it?

VLADIMIR:

Were you asleep?

ESTRAGON:

I must have been.

VLADIMIR:

It's this bastard Pozzo at it again.

ESTRAGON:

Make him stop it. Kick him in the crotch.

VLADIMIR:

(striking Pozzo). Will you stop it! Crablouse! (Pozzo

extricates himself with cries of pain and crawls away. He

stops, saws the air blindly, calling for help. Vladimir,

propped on his elbow, observes his retreat.) He's off! (Pozzo

collapses.) He's down!

ESTRAGON:

What do we do now?

VLADIMIR:

Perhaps I could crawl to him.

ESTRAGON:

Don't leave me!

VLADIMIR:

Or I could call to him.

ESTRAGON:

Yes, call to him.

VLADIMIR:

Pozzo! (Silence.) Pozzo! (Silence.) No reply.

ESTRAGON:

Together.

VLADIMIR and ESTRAGON:

Pozzo! Pozzo!

VLADIMIR:

He moved.

ESTRAGON:

Are you sure his name is Pozzo?

VLADIMIR:

(alarmed). Mr. Pozzo! Come back! We won't hurt you!

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

We might try him with other names.

VLADIMIR:

I'm afraid he's dying.

ESTRAGON:

It'd be amusing.

VLADIMIR:

What'd be amusing?

ESTRAGON:

To try him with other names, one after the other. It'd pass

the time. And we'd be bound to hit on the right one sooner or

later.

VLADIMIR:

I tell you his name is Pozzo.

ESTRAGON:

We'll soon see. (He reflects.) Abel! Abel!

POZZO:

Help!

ESTRAGON:

Got it in one!

VLADIMIR:

I begin to weary of this motif.

ESTRAGON:

Perhaps the other is called Cain. Cain! Cain!

POZZO:

Help!

ESTRAGON:

He's all humanity. (Silence.) Look at the little cloud.

VLADIMIR:

(raising his eyes). Where?

ESTRAGON:

There. In the zenith.

VLADIMIR:

Well? (Pause.) What is there so wonderful about it?

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

Let's pass on now to something else, do you mind?

VLADIMIR:

I was just going to suggest it.

ESTRAGON:

But to what?

VLADIMIR:

Ah!

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

Suppose we got up to begin with?

VLADIMIR:

No harm trying.

They get up.

ESTRAGON:

Child's play.

VLADIMIR:

Simple question of will-power.

ESTRAGON:

And now?

POZZO:

Help!

ESTRAGON:

Let's go.

VLADIMIR:

We can't.

ESTRAGON:

Why not?

VLADIMIR:

We're waiting for Godot.

ESTRAGON:

Ah! (Despairing.) What'll we do, what'll we do!

POZZO:

Help!

VLADIMIR:

What about helping him?

ESTRAGON:

What does he want?

VLADIMIR:

He wants to get up.

ESTRAGON:

Then why doesn't he?

VLADIMIR:

He wants us to help him get up.

ESTRAGON:

Then why don't we? What are we waiting for?

They help Pozzo to his feet, let him go. He falls.

VLADIMIR:

We must hold him. (They get him up again. Pozzo sags

between them, his arms round their necks.) Feeling better?

POZZO:

Who are you?

VLADIMIR:

Do you not recognize us?

POZZO:

I am blind.

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

Perhaps he can see into the future.

VLADIMIR:

Since when?

POZZO:

I used to have wonderful sight– but are you friends?

ESTRAGON:

(laughing noisily). He wants to know if we are friends!

VLADIMIR:

No, he means friends of his.

ESTRAGON:

Well?

VLADIMIR:

We've proved we are, by helping him.

ESTRAGON:

Exactly. Would we have helped him if we weren't his

friends?

VLADIMIR:

Possibly.

ESTRAGON:

True.

VLADIMIR:

Don't let's quibble about that now.

POZZO:

You are not highwaymen?

ESTRAGON:

Highwaymen! Do we look like highwaymen?

VLADIMIR:

Damn it can't you see the man is blind!

ESTRAGON:

Damn it so he is. (Pause.) So he says.

POZZO:

Don't leave me!

VLADIMIR:

No question of it.

ESTRAGON:

For the moment.

POZZO:

What time is it?

VLADIMIR:

(inspecting the sky). Seven o'clock . . . eight o'clock . . .

ESTRAGON:

That depends what time of year it is.

POZZO:

Is it evening?

Silence. Vladimir and Estragon scrutinize the sunset.

ESTRAGON:

It's rising.

VLADIMIR:

Impossible.

ESTRAGON:

Perhaps it's the dawn.

VLADIMIR:

Don't be a fool. It's the west over there.

ESTRAGON:

How do you know?

POZZO:

(anguished). Is is evening?

VLADIMIR:

Anyway, it hasn't moved.

ESTRAGON:

I tell you it's rising.

POZZO:

Why don't you answer me?

ESTRAGON:

Give us a chance.

VLADIMIR:

(reassuring). It's evening, Sir, it's evening, night is

drawing nigh. My friend here would have me doubt it and I must

confess he shook me for a moment. But it is not for nothing I

have lived through this long day and I can assure you it is very

near the end of its repertory. (Pause.) How do you feel now?

ESTRAGON:

How much longer are we to cart him around? (They half

release him, catch him again as he falls.) We are not

caryatids!

VLADIMIR:

You were saying your sight used to be good, if I heard

you right.

POZZO:

Wonderful! Wonderful, wonderful sight!

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

(irritably). Expand! Expand!

VLADIMIR:

Let him alone. Can't you see he's thinking of the days

when he was happy. (Pause.) Memoria praeteritorum

bonorum– that must be unpleasant.

ESTRAGON:

We wouldn't know.

VLADIMIR:

And it came on you all of a sudden?

POZZO:

Quite wonderful!

VLADIMIR:

I'm asking you if it came on you all of a sudden.

POZZO:

I woke up one fine day as blind as Fortune. (Pause.)

Sometimes I wonder if I'm not still asleep.

VLADIMIR:

And when was that?

POZZO:

I don't know.

VLADIMIR:

But no later than yesterday–

POZZO:

(violently). Don't question me! The blind have no notion

of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.

VLADIMIR:

Well just fancy that! I could have sworn it was just the

opposite.

ESTRAGON:

I'm going.

POZZO:

Where are we?

VLADIMIR:

I couldn't tell you.

POZZO:

It isn't by any chance the place known as the Board?

VLADIMIR:

Never heard of it.

POZZO:

What is it like?

VLADIMIR:

(looking round). It's indescribable. It's like nothing.

There's nothing. There's a tree.

POZZO:

Then it's not the Board.

ESTRAGON:

(sagging). Some diversion!

POZZO:

Where is my menial?

VLADIMIR:

He's about somewhere.

POZZO:

Why doesn't he answer when I call?

VLADIMIR:

I don't know. He seems to be sleeping. Perhaps he's

dead.

POZZO:

What happened exactly?

ESTRAGON:

Exactly!

VLADIMIR:

The two of you slipped. (Pause.) And fell.

POZZO:

Go and see is he hurt.

VLADIMIR:

We can't leave you.

POZZO:

You needn't both go.

VLADIMIR:

(to Estragon). You go.

ESTRAGON:

After what he did to me? Never!

POZZO:

Yes yes, let your friend go, he stinks so. (Silence.) What

is he waiting for?

VLADIMIR:

What are you waiting for?

ESTRAGON:

I'm waiting for Godot.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

What exactly should he do?

POZZO:

Well to begin with he should pull on the rope, as hard as

he likes so long as he doesn't strangle him. He usually responds

to that. If not he should give him a taste of his boot, in the face

and the privates as far as possible.

VLADIMIR:

(to Estragon). You see, you've nothing to be afraid of.

It's even an opportunity to revenge yourself.

ESTRAGON:

And if he defends himself?

POZZO:

No no, he never defends himself.

VLADIMIR:

I'll come flying to the rescue.

ESTRAGON:

Don't take your eyes off me.

He goes towards Lucky.

VLADIMIR:

Make sure he's alive before you start. No point in

exerting yourself if he's dead.

ESTRAGON:

(bending over Lucky). He's breathing.

VLADIMIR:

Then let him have it.

With sudden fury Estragon starts kicking Lucky,

hurling abuse at him as he does so. But he hurts his foot and

moves away, limping and groaning. Lucky stirs.

ESTRAGON:

Oh the brute!

He sits down on the mound and tries to take off his

boot. But he soon desists and disposes himself for sleep, his

arms on his knees and his head on his arms.

POZZO:

What's gone wrong now?

VLADIMIR:

My friend has hurt himself.

POZZO:

And Lucky?

VLADIMIR:

So it is he?

POZZO:

What?

VLADIMIR:

It is Lucky?

POZZO:

I don't understand.

VLADIMIR:

And you are Pozzo?

POZZO:

Certainly I am Pozzo.

VLADIMIR:

The same as yesterday?

POZZO:

Yesterday?

VLADIMIR:

We met yesterday. (Silence.) Do you not remember?

POZZO:

I don't remember having met anyone yesterday. But

tomorrow I won't remember having met anyone today. So don't

count on me to enlighten you.

VLADIMIR:

But–

POZZO:

Enough! Up pig!

VLADIMIR:

You were bringing him to the fair to sell him. You spoke

to us. He danced. He thought. You had your sight.

POZZO:

As you please. Let me go! (Vladimir moves away.) Up!

Lucky gets up, gathers up his burdens.

VLADIMIR:

Where do you go from here?

POZZO:

On. (Lucky, laden down, takes his place before Pozzo.)

Whip! (Lucky puts everything down, looks for whip, finds it,

puts it into Pozzo's hand, takes up everything again.) Rope!

Lucky puts everything down, puts end of rope into

Pozzo's hand, takes up everything again.

VLADIMIR:

What is there in the bag?

POZZO:

Sand. (He jerks the rope.) On!

VLADIMIR:

Don't go yet.

POZZO:

I'm going.

VLADIMIR:

What do you do when you fall far from help?

POZZO:

We wait till we can get up. Then we go on. On!

VLADIMIR:

Before you go tell him to sing.

POZZO:

Who?

VLADIMIR:

Lucky.

POZZO:

To sing?

VLADIMIR:

Yes. Or to think. Or to recite.

POZZO:

But he is dumb.

VLADIMIR:

Dumb!

POZZO:

Dumb. He can't even groan.

VLADIMIR:

Dumb! Since when?

POZZO:

(suddenly furious.) Have you not done tormenting me

with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One

day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day

I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one

day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not

enough for you? (Calmer.) They give birth astride of a grave,

the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more. (He

jerks the rope.) On!

Exeunt Pozzo and Lucky. Vladimir follows them to the

edge of the stage, looks after them. The noise of falling,

reinforced by mimic of Vladimir, announces that they are

down again. Silence. Vladimir goes towards Estragon,

contemplates him a moment, then shakes him awake.

ESTRAGON:

(wild gestures, incoherent words. Finally.) Why will you

never let me sleep?

VLADIMIR:

I felt lonely.

ESTRAGON:

I was dreaming I was happy.

VLADIMIR:

That passed the time.

ESTRAGON:

I was dreaming that–

VLADIMIR:

(violently). Don't tell me! (Silence.) I wonder is he really

blind.

ESTRAGON:

Blind? Who?

VLADIMIR:

Pozzo.

ESTRAGON:

Blind?

VLADIMIR:

He told us he was blind.

ESTRAGON:

Well what about it?

VLADIMIR:

It seemed to me he saw us.

ESTRAGON:

You dreamt it. (Pause.) Let's go. We can't. Ah! (Pause.)

Are you sure it wasn't him?

VLADIMIR:

Who?

ESTRAGON:

Godot.

VLADIMIR:

But who?

ESTRAGON:

Pozzo.

VLADIMIR:

Not at all! (Less sure.) Not at all! (Still less sure.) Not at

all!

ESTRAGON:

I suppose I might as well get up. (He gets up painfully.)

Ow! Didi!

VLADIMIR:

I don't know what to think any more.

ESTRAGON:

My feet! (He sits down again and tries to take off his

boots.) Help me!

VLADIMIR:

Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping

now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of

today? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of

night, I waited for Godot? That Pozzo passed, with his carrier,

and that he spoke to us? Probably. But in all that what truth will

there be? (Estragon, having struggled with his boots in vain,

is dozing off again. Vladimir looks at him.) He'll know nothing.

He'll tell me about the blows he received and I'll give him a

carrot. (Pause.) Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in

the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We

have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. (He listens.)

But habit is a great deadener. (He looks again at Estragon.) At

me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is

sleeping, he knows nothing, let him sleep on. (Pause.) I can't go

on! (Pause.) What have I said?

He goes feverishly to and fro, halts finally at extreme

left, broods. Enter Boy right. He halts. Silence.

BOY:

Mister . . . (Vladimir turns.) Mister Albert . . .

VLADIMIR:

Off we go again. (Pause.) Do you not recognize me?

BOY:

No Sir.

VLADIMIR:

It wasn't you came yesterday.

BOY:

No Sir.

VLADIMIR:

This is your first time.

BOY:

Yes Sir.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

You have a message from Mr. Godot.

BOY:

Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR:

He won't come this evening.

BOY:

No Sir.

VLADIMIR:

But he'll come tomorrow.

BOY:

Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR:

Without fail.

BOY:

Yes Sir.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

Did you meet anyone?

BOY:

No Sir.

VLADIMIR:

Two other . . . (he hesitates) . . . men?

BOY:

I didn't see anyone, Sir.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

What does he do, Mr. Godot? (Silence.) Do you hear

me?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR:

Well?

BOY:

He does nothing, Sir.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

How is your brother?

BOY:

He's sick, Sir.

VLADIMIR:

Perhaps it was he came yesterday.

BOY:

I don't know, Sir.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

(softly). Has he a beard, Mr. Godot?

BOY:

Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR:

Fair or . . . (he hesitates) . . . or black?

BOY:

I think it's white, Sir.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

Christ have mercy on us!

Silence.

BOY:

What am I to tell Mr. Godot, Sir?

VLADIMIR:

Tell him . . . (he hesitates) . . . tell him you saw me and

that . . . (he hesitates) . . . that you saw me. (Pause. Vladimir

advances, the Boy recoils. Vladimir halts, the Boy halts. With

sudden violence.) You're sure you saw me, you won't come

and tell me tomorrow that you never saw me!

Silence. Vladimir makes a sudden spring forward, the

Boy avoids him and exits running. Silence. The sun sets, the

moon rises. As in Act 1. Vladimir stands motionless and

bowed. Estragon wakes, takes off his boots, gets up with one

in each hand and goes and puts them down center front, then

goes towards Vladimir.

ESTRAGON:

What's wrong with you?

VLADIMIR:

Nothing.

ESTRAGON:

I'm going.

VLADIMIR:

So am I.

ESTRAGON:

Was I long asleep?

VLADIMIR:

I don't know.

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

Where shall we go?

VLADIMIR:

Not far.

ESTRAGON:

Oh yes, let's go far away from here.

VLADIMIR:

We can't.

ESTRAGON:

Why not?

VLADIMIR:

We have to come back tomorrow.

ESTRAGON:

What for?

VLADIMIR:

To wait for Godot.

ESTRAGON:

Ah! (Silence.) He didn't come?

VLADIMIR:

No.

ESTRAGON:

And now it's too late.

VLADIMIR:

Yes, now it's night.

ESTRAGON:

And if we dropped him? (Pause.) If we dropped him?

VLADIMIR:

He'd punish us. (Silence. He looks at the tree.)

Everything's dead but the tree.

ESTRAGON:

(looking at the tree). What is it?

VLADIMIR:

It's the tree.

ESTRAGON:

Yes, but what kind?

VLADIMIR:

I don't know. A willow.

Estragon draws Vladimir towards the tree. They stand

motionless before it. Silence.

ESTRAGON:

Why don't we hang ourselves?

VLADIMIR:

With what?

ESTRAGON:

You haven't got a bit of rope?

VLADIMIR:

No.

ESTRAGON:

Then we can't.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

Let's go.

ESTRAGON:

Wait, there's my belt.

VLADIMIR:

It's too short.

ESTRAGON:

You could hang onto my legs.

VLADIMIR:

And who'd hang onto mine?

ESTRAGON:

True.

VLADIMIR:

Show me all the same. (Estragon loosens the cord that

holds up his trousers which, much too big for him, fall about

his ankles. They look at the cord.) It might do in a pinch. But is

it strong enough?

ESTRAGON:

We'll soon see. Here.

They each take an end of the cord and pull.

It breaks. They almost fall.

VLADIMIR:

Not worth a curse.

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

You say we have to come back tomorrow?

VLADIMIR:

Yes.

ESTRAGON:

Then we can bring a good bit of rope.

VLADIMIR:

Yes.

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

Didi?

VLADIMIR:

Yes.

ESTRAGON:

I can't go on like this.

VLADIMIR:

That's what you think.

ESTRAGON:

If we parted? That might be better for us.

VLADIMIR:

We'll hang ourselves tomorrow. (Pause.) Unless Godot

comes.

ESTRAGON:

And if he comes?

VLADIMIR:

We'll be saved.

Vladimir takes off his hat (Lucky's), peers inside it,

feels about inside it, shakes it, knocks on the crown, puts it

on again.

ESTRAGON:

Well? Shall we go?

VLADIMIR:

Pull on your trousers.

ESTRAGON:

What?

VLADIMIR:

Pull on your trousers.

ESTRAGON:

You want me to pull off my trousers?

VLADIMIR:

Pull ON your trousers.

ESTRAGON:

(realizing his trousers are down). True.

He pulls up his trousers.

VLADIMIR:

Well? Shall we go?

ESTRAGON:

Yes, let's go.

They do not move.

Curtain.