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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: Your 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 form. 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 on to 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 will 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: He’s the one who
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: Your 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 form. 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 on to 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 will 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: He’s the one who
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