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advances,givesthe

basket,goesbacktohisplace.)The

freshairstimulates

thejadedappetite.(Heopensthe

basket,takesouta

pieceofchickenandabottleofwine.)

Basket!(Lucky

advances,picksupthebasketandgoes

backtohis

place.)Further!(Luckytakesastep

back.)Hestinks.

Happydays!

Hedrinksfromthebottle,putsitdown

andbeginsto

eat.Silence.VladimirandEstragon,

cautiouslyatfirst,

thenmoreboldly,begintocircleabout

Lucky,inspecting

himupanddown.Pozzoeatshischicken

voraciously,

throwingawaythebonesafterhaving

suckedthem.

Luckysagsslowly,untilbagandbasket

touchthe

ground,thenstraightensupwithastart

andbeginsto

sagagain.Rhythmofonesleepingonhis

feet.

ESTRAGON:

Whatailshim?

VLADIMIR:

Helookstired.

ESTRAGON:

Whydoesn'theputdownhisbags?

VLADIMIR:

HowdoIknow?(Theycloseinonhim.)

Careful!

ESTRAGON:

Saysomethingtohim.

VLADIMIR:

Look!

ESTRAGON:

What?

VLADIMIR:

(pointing).Hisneck!

ESTRAGON:

(lookingattheneck).Iseenothing.

VLADIMIR:

Here.

EstragongoesoverbesideVladimir.

ESTRAGON:

OhIsay!

VLADIMIR:

Arunningsore!

ESTRAGON:

It'stherope.

VLADIMIR:

It'stherubbing.

ESTRAGON:

It'sinevitable.

VLADIMIR:

It'stheknot.

ESTRAGON:

It'sthechafing.

Theyresumetheirinspection,dwellon

theface.

VLADIMIR:

(grudgingly).He'snotbadlooking.

ESTRAGON:

(shrugginghisshoulders,wryface.)

Wouldyousayso?

VLADIMIR:

Atrifleeffeminate.

ESTRAGON:

Lookattheslobber.

VLADIMIR:

It'sinevitable.

ESTRAGON:

Lookattheslaver.

VLADIMIR:

Perhapshe'sahalfwit.

ESTRAGON:

Acretin.

VLADIMIR:

(lookingcloser).Lookslikeagoiter.

ESTRAGON:

(ditto).It'snotcertain.

VLADIMIR:

He'spanting.

ESTRAGON:

It'sinevitable.

VLADIMIR:

Andhiseyes!

ESTRAGON:

Whataboutthem?

VLADIMIR:

Gogglingoutofhishead.

ESTRAGON:

Lookslikehislastgasptome.

VLADIMIR:

It'snotcertain.(Pause.)Askhima

question.

ESTRAGON:

Wouldthatbeagoodthing?

VLADIMIR:

Whatdowerisk?

ESTRAGON:

(timidly).Mister...

VLADIMIR:

Louder.

ESTRAGON:

(louder).Mister...

POZZO:

Leavehiminpeace!(Theyturntoward

Pozzowho,having

finishedeating,wipeshismouthwith

thebackofhis

hand.)Can'tyouseehewantstorest?

Basket!(He

strikesamatchandbeginstolighthis

pipe.Estragon

seesthechickenbonesonthegroundand

staresat

themgreedily.AsLuckydoesnotmove

Pozzothrowsthe

matchangrilyawayandjerkstherope.)

Basket!(Lucky

starts,almostfalls,recovershis

senses,advances,puts

thebottleinthebasketandgoesback

tohisplace.

Estragonstaresatthebones.Pozzo

strikesanother

matchandlightshispipe.)Whatcanyou

expect,it'snot

hisjob.(Hepullsathispipe,

stretchesouthislegs.)Ah!

That'sbetter.

ESTRAGON:

(timidly).PleaseSir...

POZZO:

Whatisit,mygoodman?

ESTRAGON:

Er...you'vefinishedwiththe...

er...youdon'tneed

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

VLADIMIR:

(scandalized).Youcouldn'thavewaited?

POZZO:

Nono,hedoeswelltoask.DoIneed

thebones?(He

turnsthemoverwiththeendofhis

whip.)No,personally

Idonotneedthemanymore.(Estragon

takesastep

towardsthebones.)But...(Estragon

stopsshort)...

butintheorythebonesgotothe

carrier.Heistherefore

theonetoask.(Estragonturnstowards

Lucky,

hesitates.)Goon,goon,don'tbe

afraid,askhim,he'lltell

you.

EstragongoestowardsLucky,stops

beforehim.

ESTRAGON:

Mister...excuseme,Mister...

POZZO:

You'rebeingspokento,pig!Reply!(To

Estragon.)Tryhim

again.

ESTRAGON:

Excuseme,Mister,thebones,youwon't

bewantingthe

bones?

LuckylookslongatEstragon.

POZZO:

(inraptures).Mister!(Luckybowshis

head.)Reply!Do

youwantthemordon'tyou?(Silenceof

Lucky.To

Estragon.)They'reyours.(Estragon

makesadartatthe

bones,picksthemupandbeginstognaw

them.)Idon't

likeit.I'veneverknownhimtorefuse

abonebefore.(He

looksanxiouslyatLucky.)Nicebusiness

it'dbeifhefell

sickonme!

Hepuffsathispipe.

VLADIMIR:

(exploding).It'sascandal!

Silence.Flabbergasted,Estragonstops

gnawing,looksat

PozzoandVladimirinturn.Pozzo

outwardlycalm.

Vladimirembarrassed.

POZZO:

(ToVladimir).Areyoualludingto

anythinginparticular?

VLADIMIR:

(stutteringlyresolute).Totreataman

...(gesture

towardsLucky)...likethat...I

thinkthat...no...

ahumanbeing...no...it'sa

scandal!

ESTRAGON:

(nottobeoutdone).Adisgrace!

Heresumeshisgnawing.

POZZO:

Youaresevere.(ToVladimir.)Whatage

areyou,ifit's

notarudequestion?(Silence.)Sixty?

Seventy?(To

Estragon.)Whatagewouldyousayhe

was?

ESTRAGON:

Eleven.

POZZO:

Iamimpertinent.(Heknocksouthis

pipeagainstthe

whip,getsup.)Imustbegettingon.

Thankyouforyour

society.(Hereflects.)UnlessIsmoke

anotherpipebefore

Igo.Whatdoyousay?(Theysay

nothing.)OhI'monlya

smallsmoker,averysmallsmoker,I'm

notinthehabitof

smokingtwopipesoneontopofthe

other,itmakes

(handtoheart,sighing)myheartgo

pit-a-pat.(Silence.)

It'sthenicotine,oneabsorbsitin

spiteofone's

precautions.(Sighs.)Youknowhowit

is.(Silence.)But

perhapsyoudon'tsmoke?Yes?No?It's

ofnoimportance.

(Silence.)ButhowamItositdownnow,

without

affectation,nowthatIhaverisen?

Withoutappearingto

—howshallIsay—withoutappearingto

falter.(To

Vladimir.)Ibegyourpardon?(Silence.)

Perhapsyou

didn'tspeak?(Silence.)It'sofno

importance.Letmesee

...

Hereflects.

ESTRAGON:

Ah!That'sbetter.

Heputsthebonesinhispocket.

VLADIMIR:

Let'sgo.

ESTRAGON:

Sosoon?

POZZO:

Onemoment!(Hejerkstherope.)Stool!

(Hepointswith

hiswhip.Luckymovesthestool.)More!

There!(Hesits

down.Luckygoesbacktohisplace.)

Doneit!

Hefillshispipe.

VLADIMIR:

(vehemently).Let'sgo!

POZZO:

IhopeI'mnotdrivingyouaway.Waita

littlelonger,you'll

neverregretit.

ESTRAGON:

(scentingcharity).We'reinnohurry.

POZZO:

(havinglithispipe).Thesecondis

neversosweet...

(hetakesthepipeoutofhismouth,

contemplatesit)..

.asthefirstImean.(Heputsthepipe

backinhis

mouth.)Butit'ssweetjustthesame.

VLADIMIR:

I'mgoing.

POZZO:

Hecannolongerenduremypresence.I

amperhapsnot

particularlyhuman,butwhocares?(To

Vladimir.)Think

twicebeforeyoudoanythingrash.

Supposeyougonow

whileitisstillday,forthereisno

denyingitisstillday.

(Theyalllookupatthesky.)Good.

(Theystoplookingat

thesky.)Whathappensinthatcase—

(hetakesthepipe

outofhismouth,examinesit)—I'mout

—(herelightshis

pipe)—inthatcase—(puff)—inthat

case—(puff)

—whathappensinthatcasetoyour

appointmentwith

this...Godet...Godot...Godin

...anyhowyousee

whoImean,whohasyourfutureinhis

hands...

(pause)...atleastyourimmediate

future?

VLADIMIR:

Whotoldyou?

POZZO:

Hespeakstomeagain!Ifthisgoeson

muchlongerwe'll

soonbeoldfriends.

ESTRAGON:

Whydoesn'theputdownhisbags?

POZZO:

Itoowouldbehappytomeethim.The

morepeopleI

meetthehappierIbecome.Fromthe

meanestcreature

onedepartswiser,richer,more

consciousofone's

blessings.Evenyou...(helooksat

themostentatiously

inturntomakeitcleartheyareboth

meant)...even

you,whoknows,willhaveaddedtomy

store.

ESTRAGON:

Whydoesn'theputdownhisbags?

POZZO:

Butthatwouldsurpriseme.

VLADIMIR:

You'rebeingaskedaquestion.

POZZO:

(delighted).Aquestion!Who?What?A

momentagoyou

werecallingmeSir,infearand

trembling.Nowyou're

askingmequestions.Nogoodwillcome

ofthis!

VLADIMIR:

(toEstragon).Ithinkhe'slistening.

ESTRAGON:

(circlingaboutLucky).What?

VLADIMIR:

Youcanaskhimnow.He'sonthealert.

ESTRAGON:

Askhimwhat?

VLADIMIR:

Whyhedoesn'tputdownhisbags.

ESTRAGON:

Iwonder.

VLADIMIR:

Askhim,can'tyou?

POZZO:

(whohasfollowedtheseexchangeswith

anxious

attention,fearinglestthequestionget

lost).Youwantto

knowwhyhedoesn'tputdownhisbags,

asyoucall

them.

VLADIMIR:

That'sit.

POZZO:

(toEstragon).Youaresureyouagree

withthat?

ESTRAGON:

He'spuffinglikeagrampus.

POZZO:

Theansweristhis.(ToEstragon).But

staystill,Ibegof

you,you'remakingmenervous!

VLADIMIR:

Here.

ESTRAGON:

Whatisit?

VLADIMIR:

He'sabouttospeak.

EstragongoesoverbesideVladimir.

Motionless,sideby

side,theywait.

POZZO:

Good.Iseverybodyready?Iseverybody

lookingatme?

(HelooksatLucky,jerkstherope.

Luckyraiseshis

head.)Willyoulookatme,pig!(Lucky

looksathim.)

Good.(Heputsthepipeinhispocket,

takesoutalittle

vaporizerandsprayshisthroat,puts

backthevaporizer

inhispocket,clearshisthroat,spits,

takesoutthe

vaporizeragain,sprayshisthroat

again,putsbackthe

vaporizerinhispocket.)Iamready.Is

everybody

listening?Iseverybodyready?(Helooks

atthemallin

turn,jerkstherope.)Hog!(Lucky

raiseshishead.)I

don'tliketalkinginavacuum.Good.

Letmesee.

Hereflects.

ESTRAGON:

I'mgoing.

POZZO:

Whatwasitexactlyyouwantedtoknow?

VLADIMIR:

Whyhe–

POZZO:

(angrily).Don'tinterruptme!(Pause.

Calmer.)Ifweall

speakatoncewe'llnevergetanywhere.

(Pause.)What

wasIsaying?(Pause.Louder.)Whatwas

Isaying?

Vladimirmimicsonecarryingaheavy

burden.Pozzolooks

athim,puzzled.

ESTRAGON:

(forcibly).Bags.(HepointsatLucky.)

Why?Alwayshold.

(Hesags,panting.)Neverputdown.(He

openshishands,

straightensupwithrelief.)Why?

POZZO:

Ah!Whycouldn'tyousaysobefore?Why

hedoesn't

makehimselfcomfortable?Let'stryand

getthisclear.

Hashenottherightto?Certainlyhe

has.Itfollowsthat

hedoesn'twantto.There'sreasoning

foryou.Andwhy

doesn'thewantto?(Pause.)Gentlemen,

thereasonis

this.

VLADIMIR:

(toEstragon).Makeanoteofthis.

POZZO:

Hewantstoimpressme,sothatI'll

keephim.

ESTRAGON:

What?

POZZO:

PerhapsIhaven'tgotitquiteright.He

wantstomollify

me,sothatI'llgiveuptheideaof

partingwithhim.No,

that'snotexactlyiteither.

VLADIMIR:

Youwanttogetridofhim?

POZZO:

Hewantstoconme,buthewon't.

VLADIMIR:

Youwanttogetridofhim?

POZZO:

HeimaginesthatwhenIseehowwellhe

carriesI'llbe

temptedtokeephimoninthatcapacity.

ESTRAGON:

You'vehadenoughofhim?

POZZO:

Inrealityhecarrieslikeapig.It's

nothisjob.

VLADIMIR:

Youwanttogetridofhim?

POZZO:

HeimaginesthatwhenIseehim

indefatigableI'llregret

mydecision.Suchishismiserable

scheme.AsthoughI

wereshortofslaves!(Allthreelookat

Lucky.)Atlas,son

ofJupiter!(Silence.)Well,that's

that,Ithink.Anything

else?

Vaporizer.

VLADIMIR:

Youwanttogetridofhim?

POZZO:

RemarkthatImightjustaswellhave

beeninhisshoes

andheinmine.Ifchancehadnotwilled

otherwise.To

eachonehisdue.

VLADIMIR:

Youwaagerrim?

POZZO:

Ibegyourpardon?

VLADIMIR:

Youwanttogetridofhim?

POZZO:

Ido.Butinsteadofdrivinghimawayas

Imighthave

done,Imeaninsteadofsimplykicking

himoutonhisarse,

inthegoodnessofmyheartIam

bringinghimtothefair,

whereIhopetogetagoodpricefor

him.Thetruthisyou

can'tdrivesuchcreaturesaway.The

bestthingwouldbe

tokillthem.

Luckyweeps.

ESTRAGON:

He'scrying!

POZZO:

Olddogshavemoredignity.(Heproffers

hishandkerchief

toEstragon.)Comforthim,sinceyou

pityhim.(Estragon

hesitates.)Comeon.(Estragontakesthe

handkerchief.)

Wipeawayhistears,he'llfeelless

forsaken.

Estragonhesitates.

VLADIMIR:

Here,giveittome,I'lldoit.

Estragonrefusestogivethe

handkerchief.

Childishgestures.

POZZO:

Makehaste,beforehestops.(Estragon

approaches

Luckyandmakestowipehiseyes.Lucky

kickshim

violentlyintheshins.Estragondrops

thehandkerchief,

recoils,staggersaboutthestage

howlingwithpain.)

Hanky!

Luckyputsdownbagandbasket,picksup

handkerchief

andgivesittoPozzo,goesbacktohis

place,picksup

bagandbasket.

ESTRAGON:

Ohtheswine!(Hepullsupthelegof

histrousers.)He's

crippledme!

POZZO:

Itoldyouhedidn'tlikestrangers.

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