ofBishopBerkeley
beingtothetuneofoneinchfourounce
perhead
approximatelybyandlargemoreorless
tothenearest
decimalgoodmeasureroundfiguresstark
nakedinthe
stockingedfeetinConnemarainaword
forreasons
unknownnomatterwhatmatterthefacts
arethereand
consideringwhatismoremuchmoregrave
thatinthe
lightofthelaborslostofSteinwegand
Petermanit
appearswhatismoremuchmoregrave
thatinthelight
thelightthelightofthelaborslost
ofSteinwegand
Petermanthatintheplainsinthe
mountainsbytheseas
bytheriversrunningwaterrunningfire
theairisthesame
andthentheearthnamelytheairand
thentheearthin
thegreatcoldthegreatdarktheair
andtheearthabode
ofstonesinthegreatcoldalasalasin
theyearoftheir
Lordsixhundredandsomethingtheair
theearththesea
theearthabodeofstonesinthegreat
deepsthegreat
coldonseaonlandandintheairI
resumeforreasons
unknowninspiteofthetennisthefacts
aretherebut
timewilltellIresumealasalasonon
inshortinfineonon
abodeofstoneswhocandoubtitI
resumebutnotso
fastIresumetheskullfadingfading
fadingand
concurrentlysimultaneouslywhatismore
forreasons
unknowninspiteofthetennisononthe
beardtheflames
thetearsthestonessobluesocalm
alasalasononthe
skulltheskulltheskulltheskullin
Connemarainspiteof
thetennisthelaborsabandonedleft
unfinishedgraverstill
abodeofstonesinawordIresumealas
alasabandoned
unfinishedtheskulltheskullin
Connemarainspiteofthe
tennistheskullalasthestonesCunard
(mêlée,final
vociferations)tennis...thestones.
..socalm...
Cunard...unfinished...
POZZO:
Hishat!
VladimirseizesLucky'shat.Silenceof
Lucky.Hefalls.
Silence.Pantingofthevictors.
ESTRAGON:
Avenged!
Vladimirexaminesthehat,peersinside
it.
POZZO:
Givemethat!(Hesnatchesthehatfrom
Vladimir,throws
itontheground,tramplesonit.)
There'sanendtohis
thinking!
VLADIMIR:
Butwillhebeabletowalk?
POZZO:
Walkorcrawl!(HekicksLucky.)Uppig!
ESTRAGON:
Perhapshe'sdead.
VLADIMIR:
You'llkillhim.
POZZO:
Upscum!(Hejerkstherope.)Helpme!
VLADIMIR:
How?
POZZO:
Raisehimup!
VladimirandEstragonhoistLuckytohis
feet,support
himaninstant,thenlethimgo.He
falls.
ESTRAGON:
He'sdoingitonpurpose!
POZZO:
Youmustholdhim.(Pause.)Comeon,
comeon,raisehim
up.
ESTRAGON:
Tohellwithhim!
VLADIMIR:
Comeon,oncemore.
ESTRAGON:
Whatdoeshetakeusfor?
TheyraiseLucky,holdhimup.
POZZO:
Don'tlethimgo!(VladimirandEstragon
totter.)Don't
move!(Pozzofetchesbagandbasketand
bringsthem
towardsLucky.)Holdhimtight!(Heputs
thebagin
Lucky'shand.Luckydropsit
immediately.)Don'tlethim
go!(HeputsbackthebaginLucky's
hand.Gradually,at
thefeelofthebag,Luckyrecovershis
sensesandhis
fingersfinallycloseroundthehandle.)
Holdhimtight!(As
beforewithbasket.)
Now!Youcanlethimgo.(Vladimirand
Estragonmove
awayfromLuckywhototters,reels,
sags,butsucceeds
inremainingonhisfeet,bagandbasket
inhishands.
Pozzostepsback,crackshiswhip.)
Forward!(Lucky
tottersforward.)Back!(Luckytotters
back.)Turn!
(Luckyturns.)Doneit!Hecanwalk.
(TurningtoVladimir
andEstragon.)Thankyou,gentlemen,and
letme...(he
fumblesinhispockets)...letme
wishyou...
(fumbles)...wishyou...(fumbles)
...whathaveI
donewithmywatch?(Fumbles.)Agenuine
half-hunter,
gentlemen,withdeadbeatescapement!
(Sobbing.)Twas
mygranpagaveittome!(Hesearcheson
theground,
VladimirandEstragonlikewise.Pozzo
turnsoverwithhis
foottheremainsofLucky'shat.)Well
nowisn'tthatjust–
VLADIMIR:
Perhapsit'sinyourfob.
POZZO:
Wait!(Hedoublesupinanattemptto
applyhiseartohis
stomach,listens.Silence.)Ihear
nothing.(Hebeckons
themtoapproach,VladimirandEstragon
goovertohim,
bendoverhisstomach.)Surelyone
shouldhearthe
tick-tick.
VLADIMIR:
Silence!
Alllisten,bentdouble.
ESTRAGON:
Ihearsomething.
POZZO:
Where?
VLADIMIR:
It'stheheart.
POZZO:
(disappointed).Damnation!
VLADIMIR:
Silence!
ESTRAGON:
Perhapsithasstopped.
Theystraightenup.
POZZO:
Whichofyousmellssobad?
ESTRAGON:
HehasstinkingbreathandIhave
stinkingfeet.
POZZO:
Imustgo.
ESTRAGON:
Andyourhalf-hunter?
POZZO:
Imusthaveleftitatthemanor.
Silence.
ESTRAGON:
Thenadieu.
POZZO:
Adieu.
VLADIMIR:
Adieu.
POZZO:
Adieu.
Silence.Noonemoves.
VLADIMIR:
Adieu.
POZZO:
Adieu.
ESTRAGON:
Adieu.
Silence.
POZZO:
Andthankyou.
VLADIMIR:
Thankyou.
POZZO:
Notatall.
ESTRAGON:
Yesyes.
POZZO:
Nono.
VLADIMIR:
Yesyes.
ESTRAGON:
Nono.
Silence.
POZZO:
Idon'tseemtobeable...(long
hesitation)...to
depart.
ESTRAGON:
Suchislife.
Pozzoturns,movesawayfromLucky
towardsthewings,
payingouttheropeashegoes.
VLADIMIR:
You'regoingthewrongway.
POZZO:
Ineedarunningstart.(Havingcometo
theendofthe
rope,i.e.,offstage,hestops,turns
andcries.)Stand
back!(VladimirandEstragonstandback,
looktowards
Pozzo.Crackofwhip.)On!On!
ESTRAGON:
On!
VLADIMIR:
On!
Luckymovesoff.
POZZO:
Faster!(Heappears,crossesthestage
precededby
Lucky.VladimirandEstragonwavetheir
hats.Exit
Lucky.)On!On!(Onthepointof
disappearinginhisturn
hestopsandturns.Theropetautens.
NoiseofLucky
fallingoff.)Stool!(Vladimirfetches
stoolandgivesitto
PozzowhothrowsittoLucky.)Adieu!
VLADIMIRandESTRAGON:
(waving).Adieu!Adieu!
POZZO:
Up!Pig!(NoiseofLuckygettingup.)
On!(ExitPozzo.)
Faster!On!Adieu!Pig!Yip!Adieu!
Longsilence.
VLADIMIR:
Thatpassedthetime.
ESTRAGON:
Itwouldhavepassedinanycase.
VLADIMIR:
Yes,butnotsorapidly.
Pause.
ESTRAGON:
Whatdowedonow?
VLADIMIR:
Idon'tknow.
ESTRAGON:
Let'sgo.
VLADIMIR:
Wecan't.
ESTRAGON:
Whynot?
VLADIMIR:
We'rewaitingforGodot.
ESTRAGON:
(despairingly).Ah!
Pause.
VLADIMIR:
Howthey'vechanged!
ESTRAGON:
Who?
VLADIMIR:
Thosetwo.
ESTRAGON:
That'stheidea,let'smakealittle
conversation.
VLADIMIR:
Haven'tthey?
ESTRAGON:
What?
VLADIMIR:
Changed.
ESTRAGON:
Verylikely.Theyallchange.Onlywe
can't.
VLADIMIR:
Likely!It'scertain.Didn'tyousee
them?
ESTRAGON:
IsupposeIdid.ButIdon'tknowthem.
VLADIMIR:
Yesyoudoknowthem.
ESTRAGON:
NoIdon'tknowthem.
VLADIMIR:
Weknowthem,Itellyou.Youforget
everything.(Pause.
Tohimself.)Unlessthey'renotthesame
...
ESTRAGON:
Whydidn'ttheyrecognizeusthen?
VLADIMIR:
Thatmeansnothing.Itoopretendednot
torecognize
them.Andthennobodyeverrecognizes
us.
ESTRAGON:
Forgetit.Whatweneed—Ow!(Vladimir
doesnotreact.)
Ow!
VLADIMIR:
(tohimself).Unlessthey'renotthe
same...
ESTRAGON:
Didi!It'stheotherfoot!
Hegoeshobblingtowardsthemound.
VLADIMIR:
Unlessthey'renotthesame...
BOY:
(off).Mister!
Estragonhalts.Bothlooktowardsthe
voice.
ESTRAGON:
Offwegoagain.
VLADIMIR:
Approach,mychild.
EnterBoy,timidly.Hehalts.
BOY:
MisterAlbert...?
VLADIMIR:
Yes.
ESTRAGON:
Whatdoyouwant?
VLADIMIR:
Approach!
TheBoydoesnotmove.
ESTRAGON:
(forcibly).Approachwhenyou'retold,
can'tyou?
TheBoyadvancestimidly,halts.
VLADIMIR:
Whatisit?
BOY:
Mr.Godot...
VLADIMIR:
Obviously...(Pause.)Approach.
ESTRAGON:
(violently).Willyouapproach!(TheBoy
advances
timidly.)Whatkeptyousolate?
VLADIMIR:
YouhaveamessagefromMr.Godot?
BOY:
YesSir.
VLADIMIR:
Well,whatisit?
ESTRAGON:
Whatkeptyousolate?
TheBoylooksattheminturn,not
knowingtowhichhe
shouldreply.
VLADIMIR:
(toEstragon).Lethimalone.
ESTRAGON:
(violently).Youletmealone.
(Advancing,totheBoy.)Do
youknowwhattimeitis?
BOY:
(recoiling).It'snotmyfault,Sir.
ESTRAGON:
Andwhoseisit?Mine?
BOY:
Iwasafraid,Sir.
ESTRAGON:
Afraidofwhat?Ofus?(Pause.)Answer
me!
VLADIMIR:
Iknowwhatitis,hewasafraidofthe
others.
ESTRAGON:
Howlonghaveyoubeenhere?
BOY:
Agoodwhile,Sir.
VLADIMIR:
Youwereafraidofthewhip?
BOY:
YesSir.
VLADIMIR:
Theroars?
BOY:
YesSir.
VLADIMIR:
Thetwobigmen.
BOY:
YesSir.
VLADIMIR:
Doyouknowthem?
BOY:
NoSir.
VLADIMIR:
Areyouanativeoftheseparts?
(Silence.)Doyoubelong
totheseparts?
BOY:
YesSir.
ESTRAGON:
That'sallapackoflies.(Shakingthe
Boybythearm.)
Tellusthetruth!
BOY:
(trembling).Butitisthetruth,Sir!
VLADIMIR:
Willyoulethimalone!What'sthe
matterwithyou?
(EstragonreleasestheBoy,movesaway,
coveringhis
facewithhishands.Vladimirandthe
Boyobservehim.
Estragondropshishands.Hisfaceis
convulsed.)What's
thematterwithyou?
ESTRAGON:
I'munhappy.
VLADIMIR:
Notreally!Sincewhen?
ESTRAGON:
I'dforgotten.
VLADIMIR:
Extraordinarythetricksthatmemory
plays!(Estragon
triestospeak,renounces,limpstohis
place,sitsdown
andbeginstotakeoffhisboots.To
Boy.)Well?
BOY:
Mr.Godot–
VLADIMIR:
I'veseenyoubefore,haven'tI?
BOY:
Idon'tknow,Sir.
VLADIMIR:
Youdon'tknowme?
BOY:
NoSir.
VLADIMIR:
Itwasn'tyoucameyesterday?
BOY:
NoSir.
VLADIMIR:
Thisisyourfirsttime?
BOY:
YesSir.
Silence.
VLADIMIR:
Wordswords.(Pause.)Speak.
BOY:
(inarush).Mr.Godottoldmetotell
youhewon'tcome
thiseveningbutsurelytomorrow.
Silence.
VLADIMIR:
Isthatall?
BOY:
YesSir.
Silence.
VLADIMIR:
YouworkforMr.Godot?
BOY:
YesSir.
VLADIMIR:
Whatdoyoudo?
BOY:
Imindthegoats,Sir.
VLADIMIR:
Ishegoodtoyou?
BOY:
YesSir.
VLADIMIR:
Hedoesn'tbeatyou?
BOY:
NoSir,notme.
VLADIMIR:
Whomdoeshebeat?
BOY:
Hebeatsmybrother,Sir.
VLADIMIR:
Ah,youhaveabrother?
BOY:
YesSir.
VLADIMIR:
Whatdoeshedo?
BOY:
Hemindsthesheep,Sir.
VLADIMIR:
Andwhydoesn'thebeatyou?
BOY:
Idon'tknow,Sir.
VLADIMIR:
Hemustbefondofyou.
BOY:
Idon'tknow,Sir.
Silence.
BOY:
Doeshegiveyouenoughtoeat?(TheBoy
hesitates.)
Doeshefeedyouwell?
BOY:
Fairlywell,Sir.
VLADIMIR:
You'renotunhappy?(TheBoyhesitates.)
Doyouhear
me?
BOY:
YesSir.
VLADIMIR:
Well?
BOY:
Idon'tknow,Sir.
VLADIMIR:
Youdon'tknowifyou'reunhappyornot?
BOY:
NoSir.
VLADIMIR:
You'reasbadasmyself.(Silence.)
Wheredoyousleep?
BOY:
Intheloft,Sir.
VLADIMIR:
Withyourbrother?
BOY:
YesSir.
VLADIMIR:
Inthehay?
BOY:
YesSir.
Silence.
VLADIMIR:
Allright,youmaygo.
BOY:
WhatamItotellMr.Godot,Sir?
VLADIMIR:
Tellhim...(hehesitates)...tell
himyousawus.
(Pause.)Youdidseeus,didn'tyou?
BOY:
YesSir.
Hestepsback,hesitates,turnsandexit
running.The
lightsuddenlyfails.Inamomentitis
night.Themoon
risesatback,mountsinthesky,stands
still,sheddinga
palelightonthescene.
VLADIMIR:
Atlast!
(Estragongetsupandgoestowards
Vladimir,abootin
eachhand.Heputsthemdownatedgeof
stage,
straightensandcontemplatesthemoon.)
Whatareyou
doing?
ESTRAGON:
Paleforweariness.
VLADIMIR:
Eh?
ESTRAGON:
Ofclimbingheavenandgazingonthe
likesofus.
VLADIMIR:
Yourboots,whatareyoudoingwithyour
boots?
ESTRAGON:
(turningtolookattheboots).I'm
leavingthemthere.
(Pause.)Anotherwillcome,justas..
.as...asme,but
withsmallerfeet,andthey'llmakehim
happy.
VLADIMIR:
Butyoucan'tgobarefoot!
ESTRAGON:
Christdid.
VLADIMIR:
Christ!WhathasChristgottodowith
it.You'renotgoing
tocompareyourselftoChrist!
ESTRAGON:
AllmylifeI'vecomparedmyselftohim.
VLADIMIR:
Butwhereheliveditwaswarm,itwas
dry!
ESTRAGON:
Yes.Andtheycrucifiedquick.
Silence.
VLADIMIR:
We'venothingmoretodohere.
