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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
). Where 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.
    ESTRAGON : (
picking up a boot
). Well they’re a kind of green.
    VLADIMIR : Show. (
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