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Estragon
Vladimir
Lucky
Pozzo
aboy
*ACTI*
Acountryroad.Atree.
Evening.
Estragon,sittingonalowmound,istryingtotakeoffhisboot.He
pullsatitwithbothhands,panting.Hegivesup,exhausted,rests,
triesagain.Asbefore.EnterVladimir.
ESTRAGON:
(givingupagain).Nothingtobedone.
VLADIMIR:
(advancingwithshort,stiffstrides,
legswideapart).I'm
beginningtocomeroundtothatopinion.
AllmylifeI've
triedtoputitfromme,saying
Vladimir,bereasonable,
youhaven'tyettriedeverything.AndI
resumedthe
struggle.(Hebroods,musingonthe
struggle.Turningto
Estragon.)Sothereyouareagain.
ESTRAGON:
AmI?
VLADIMIR:
I'mgladtoseeyouback.Ithoughtyou
weregone
forever.
ESTRAGON:
Metoo.
VLADIMIR:
Togetheragainatlast!We'llhaveto
celebratethis.But
how?(Hereflects.)GetuptillI
embraceyou.
ESTRAGON:
(irritably).Notnow,notnow.
VLADIMIR:
(hurt,coldly).Mayoneinquirewhere
HisHighnessspent
thenight?
ESTRAGON:
Inaditch.
VLADIMIR:
(admiringly).Aditch!Where?
ESTRAGON:
(withoutgesture).Overthere.
VLADIMIR:
Andtheydidn'tbeatyou?
ESTRAGON:
Beatme?Certainlytheybeatme.
VLADIMIR:
Thesamelotasusual?
ESTRAGON:
Thesame?Idon'tknow.
VLADIMIR:
WhenIthinkofit...alltheseyears
...butforme...
wherewouldyoube...(Decisively.)
You'dbenothing
morethanalittleheapofbonesatthe
presentminute,
nodoubtaboutit.
ESTRAGON:
Andwhatofit?
VLADIMIR:
(gloomily).It'stoomuchforoneman.
(Pause.
Cheerfully.)Ontheotherhandwhat's
thegoodoflosing
heartnow,that'swhatIsay.Weshould
havethoughtof
itamillionyearsago,inthenineties.
ESTRAGON:
Ahstopblatheringandhelpmeoffwith
thisbloodything.
VLADIMIR:
HandinhandfromthetopoftheEiffel
Tower,amongthe
first.Wewererespectableinthose
days.Nowit'stoo
late.Theywouldn'tevenletusup.
(Estragontearsathis
boot.)Whatareyoudoing?
ESTRAGON:
Takingoffmyboot.Didthatnever
happentoyou?
VLADIMIR:
Bootsmustbetakenoffeveryday,I'm
tiredtellingyou
that.Whydon'tyoulistentome?
ESTRAGON:
(feebly).Helpme!
VLADIMIR:
Ithurts?
ESTRAGON:
(angrily).Hurts!Hewantstoknowifit
hurts!
VLADIMIR:
(angrily).Nooneeversuffersbutyou.
Idon'tcount.I'd
liketohearwhatyou'dsayifyouhad
whatIhave.
ESTRAGON:
Ithurts?
VLADIMIR:
(angrily).Hurts!Hewantstoknowifit
hurts!
ESTRAGON:
(pointing).Youmightbuttonitallthe
same.
VLADIMIR:
(stooping).True.(Hebuttonshisfly.)
Neverneglectthe
littlethingsoflife.
ESTRAGON:
Whatdoyouexpect,youalwayswaittill
thelast
moment.
VLADIMIR:
(musingly).Thelastmoment...(He
meditates.)Hope
deferredmakeththesomethingsick,who
saidthat?
ESTRAGON:
Whydon'tyouhelpme?
VLADIMIR:
SometimesIfeelitcomingallthesame.
ThenIgoall
queer.(Hetakesoffhishat,peers
insideit,feelsabout
insideit,shakesit,putsitonagain.)
HowshallIsay?
Relievedandatthesametime...(he
searchesforthe
word)...appalled.(Withemphasis.)
AP-PALLED.(He
takesoffhishatagain,peersinside
it.)Funny.(He
knocksonthecrownasthoughto
dislodgeaforeign
body,peersintoitagain,putsiton
again.)Nothingtobe
done.(Estragonwithasupremeeffort
succeedsinpulling
offhisboot.Hepeersinsideit,feels
aboutinsideit,turns
itupsidedown,shakesit,looksonthe
groundtoseeif
anythinghasfallenout,findsnothing,
feelsinsideit
again,staringsightlesslybeforehim.)
Well?
ESTRAGON:
Nothing.
VLADIMIR:
Showme.
ESTRAGON:
There'snothingtoshow.
VLADIMIR:
Tryandputitonagain.
ESTRAGON:
(examininghisfoot).I'llairitfora
bit.
VLADIMIR:
There'smanalloverforyou,blamingon
hisbootsthe
faultsofhisfeet.(Hetakesoffhis
hatagain,peersinside
it,feelsaboutinsideit,knocksonthe
crown,blowsinto
it,putsitonagain.)Thisisgetting
alarming.(Silence.
Vladimirdeepinthought,Estragon
pullingathistoes.)
Oneofthethieveswassaved.(Pause.)
It'sareasonable
percentage.(Pause.)Gogo.
ESTRAGON:
What?
VLADIMIR:
Supposewerepented.
ESTRAGON:
Repentedwhat?
VLADIMIR:
Oh...(Hereflects.)Wewouldn'thave
togointothe
details.
ESTRAGON:
Ourbeingborn?
Vladimirbreaksintoaheartylaugh
whichheimmediately
stifles,hishandpressedtohispubis,
hisfacecontorted.
VLADIMIR:
Onedaren'tevenlaughanymore.
ESTRAGON:
Dreadfulprivation.
VLADIMIR:
Merelysmile.(Hesmilessuddenlyfrom
eartoear,keeps
smiling,ceasesassuddenly.)It'snot
thesamething.
Nothingtobedone.(Pause.)Gogo.
ESTRAGON:
(irritably).Whatisit?
VLADIMIR:
DidyoueverreadtheBible?
ESTRAGON:
TheBible...(Hereflects.)Imust
havetakenalookat
it.
VLADIMIR:
DoyouremembertheGospels?
ESTRAGON:
IrememberthemapsoftheHolyLand.
Colouredthey
were.Verypretty.TheDeadSeawaspale
blue.Thevery
lookofitmademethirsty.That'swhere
we'llgo,Iused
tosay,that'swherewe'llgoforour
honeymoon.We'll
swim.We'llbehappy.
VLADIMIR:
Youshouldhavebeenapoet.
ESTRAGON:
Iwas.(Gesturetowardshisrags.)Isn't
thatobvious?
Silence.
VLADIMIR:
WherewasI...How'syourfoot?
ESTRAGON:
Swellingvisibly.
VLADIMIR:
Ahyes,thetwothieves.Doyouremember
thestory?
ESTRAGON:
No.
VLADIMIR:
ShallItellittoyou?
ESTRAGON:
No.
VLADIMIR:
It'llpassthetime.(Pause.)Two
thieves,crucifiedatthe
sametimeasourSaviour.One–
ESTRAGON:
Ourwhat?
VLADIMIR:
OurSaviour.Twothieves.Oneis
supposedtohavebeen
savedandtheother...(hesearches
forthecontrary
ofsaved)...damned.
ESTRAGON:
Savedfromwhat?
VLADIMIR:
Hell.
ESTRAGON:
I'mgoing.
Hedoesnotmove.
VLADIMIR:
Andyet...(pause)...howisit—
thisisnotboringyou
Ihope—howisitthatofthefour
Evangelistsonlyone
speaksofathiefbeingsaved.Thefour
ofthemwere
there—orthereabouts—andonlyone
speaksofathief
beingsaved.(Pause.)Comeon,Didi,
returntheball,can't
you,onceinawhile?
ESTRAGON:
(withexaggeratedenthusiasm).Ifind
thisreallymost
extraordinarilyinteresting.
VLADIMIR:
Oneoutoffour.Oftheotherthreetwo
don'tmentionany
thievesatallandthethirdsaysthat
bothofthemabused
him.
ESTRAGON:
Who?
VLADIMIR:
What?
ESTRAGON:
What'sallthisabout?Abusedwho?
VLADIMIR:
TheSaviour.
ESTRAGON:
Why?
VLADIMIR:
Becausehewouldn'tsavethem.
ESTRAGON:
Fromhell?
VLADIMIR:
Imbecile!Fromdeath.
ESTRAGON:
Ithoughtyousaidhell.
VLADIMIR:
Fromdeath,fromdeath.
ESTRAGON:
Wellwhatofit?
VLADIMIR:
Thenthetwoofthemmusthavebeen
damned.
ESTRAGON:
Andwhynot?
VLADIMIR:
Butoneofthefoursaysthatoneofthe
twowassaved.
ESTRAGON:
Well?Theydon'tagreeandthat'sall
thereistoit.
VLADIMIR:
Butallfourwerethere.Andonlyone
speaksofathief
beingsaved.Whybelievehimratherthan
theothers?
ESTRAGON:
Whobelieveshim?
VLADIMIR:
Everybody.It'stheonlyversionthey
know.
ESTRAGON:
Peoplearebloodyignorantapes.
Herisespainfully,goeslimpingto
extremeleft,halts,
gazesintodistanceoffwithhishand
screeninghiseyes,
turns,goestoextremeright,gazesinto
distance.
Vladimirwatcheshim,thengoesand
picksuptheboot,
peersintoit,dropsithastily.
VLADIMIR:
Pah!
Hespits.Estragonmovestocenter,
haltswithhisback
toauditorium.
ESTRAGON:
Charmingspot.(Heturns,advancesto
front,haltsfacing
auditorium.)Inspiringprospects.(He
turnstoVladimir.)
Let'sgo.
VLADIMIR:
Wecan't.
ESTRAGON:
Whynot?
VLADIMIR:
We'rewaitingforGodot.
ESTRAGON:
(despairingly).Ah!(Pause.)You'resure
itwashere?
VLADIMIR:
What?
ESTRAGON:
Thatweweretowait.
VLADIMIR:
Hesaidbythetree.(Theylookatthe
tree.)Doyousee
anyothers?
ESTRAGON:
Whatisit?
VLADIMIR:
Idon'tknow.Awillow.
ESTRAGON:
Wherearetheleaves?
VLADIMIR:
Itmustbedead.
ESTRAGON:
Nomoreweeping.
VLADIMIR:
Orperhapsit'snottheseason.
ESTRAGON:
Lookstomemorelikeabush.
VLADIMIR:
Ashrub.
ESTRAGON:
Abush.
VLADIMIR:
A–.Whatareyouinsinuating?That
we'vecometothe
wrongplace?
ESTRAGON:
Heshouldbehere.
VLADIMIR:
Hedidn'tsayforsurehe'dcome.
ESTRAGON:
Andifhedoesn'tcome?
VLADIMIR:
We'llcomebacktomorrow.
ESTRAGON:
Andthenthedayaftertomorrow.
VLADIMIR:
Possibly.
ESTRAGON:
Andsoon.
VLADIMIR:
Thepointis–
ESTRAGON:
Untilhecomes.
VLADIMIR:
You'remerciless.
ESTRAGON:
Wecamehereyesterday.
VLADIMIR:
Ahno,thereyou'remistaken.
ESTRAGON:
Whatdidwedoyesterday?
VLADIMIR:
Whatdidwedoyesterday?
ESTRAGON:
Yes.
VLADIMIR:
Why...(Angrily.)Nothingiscertain
whenyou'reabout.
ESTRAGON:
Inmyopinionwewerehere.
VLADIMIR:
(lookinground).Yourecognizethe
place?
ESTRAGON:
Ididn'tsaythat.
VLADIMIR:
Well?
ESTRAGON:
Thatmakesnodifference.
VLADIMIR:
Allthesame...thattree...
(turningtowards
auditorium)thatbog...
ESTRAGON:
You'resureitwasthisevening?
VLADIMIR:
What?
ESTRAGON:
Thatweweretowait.
VLADIMIR:
HesaidSaturday.(Pause.)Ithink.
ESTRAGON:
Youthink.
VLADIMIR:
Imusthavemadeanoteofit.(He
fumblesinhis
pockets,burstingwithmiscellaneous
rubbish.)
ESTRAGON:
(veryinsidious).ButwhatSaturday?And
isitSaturday?
IsitnotratherSunday?(Pause.)Or
Monday?(Pause.)Or
Friday?
VLADIMIR:
(lookingwildlyabouthim,asthoughthe
datewas
inscribedinthelandscape).It'snot
possible!
ESTRAGON:
OrThursday?
VLADIMIR:
What'llwedo?
ESTRAGON:
Ifhecameyesterdayandweweren'there
youmaybe
surehewon'tcomeagaintoday.
VLADIMIR:
Butyousaywewerehereyesterday.
ESTRAGON:
Imaybemistaken.(Pause.)Let'sstop
talkingfora
minute,doyoumind?
VLADIMIR:
(feebly).Allright.(Estragonsitsdown
onthemound.
Vladimirpacesagitatedlytoandfro,
haltingfromtimeto
timetogazeintodistanceoff.Estragon
fallsasleep.
VladimirhaltsfinallybeforeEstragon.)
Gogo!...Gogo!.
..GOGO!
Estragonwakeswithastart.
ESTRAGON:
(restoredtothehorrorofhis
situation).Iwasasleep!
(Despairingly.)Whywillyouneverlet
mesleep?
VLADIMIR:
Ifeltlonely.
ESTRAGON:
Ihadadream.
VLADIMIR:
Don'ttellme!
ESTRAGON:
Idreamtthat–
VLADIMIR:
DON'TTELLME!
ESTRAGON:
(gesturetowardtheuniverse).Thisone
isenoughfor
you?(Silence.)It'snotniceofyou,
Didi.WhoamItotell
myprivatenightmarestoifIcan'ttell
themtoyou?
VLADIMIR:
Letthemremainprivate.YouknowI
can'tbearthat.
ESTRAGON:
(coldly.)TherearetimeswhenIwonder
ifitwouldn'tbe
betterforustopart.
VLADIMIR:
Youwouldn'tgofar.
ESTRAGON:
Thatwouldbetoobad,reallytoobad.
(Pause.)Wouldn't
it,Didi,bereallytoobad?(Pause.)
Whenyouthinkofthe
beautyoftheway.(Pause.)Andthe
goodnessofthe
wayfarers.(Pause.Wheedling.)Wouldn't
it,Didi?
VLADIMIR:
Calmyourself.
ESTRAGON:
(voluptuously.)Calm...calm...
TheEnglishsaycawm.
(Pause.)Youknowthestoryofthe
Englishmaninthe
brothel?
VLADIMIR:
Yes.
ESTRAGON:
Tellittome.
VLADIMIR:
Ahstopit!
ESTRAGON:
AnEnglishmanhavingdrunkalittlemore
thanusual
proceedstoabrothel.Thebawdaskshim
ifhewantsa
fairone,adarkoneorared-haired
one.Goon.
VLADIMIR:
STOPIT!
ExitVladimirhurriedly.Estragongets
upandfollowshim
asfarasthelimitofthestage.
GesturesofEstragonlike
thoseofaspectatorencouraginga
pugilist.Enter
Vladimir.HebrushespastEstragon,
crossesthestage
withbowedhead.Estragontakesastep
towardshim,
halts.
ESTRAGON:
(gently.)Youwantedtospeaktome?
(Silence.Estragon
takesastepforward.)Youhadsomething
tosaytome?
(Silence.Anotherstepforward.)Didi.
..
VLADIMIR:
(withoutturning).I'venothingtosay
