looksup,
consternationonhisfeatures.Faintly.)
Ican'tfindmy
pulverizer!
ESTRAGON:
(faintly).Myleftlungisveryweak!
(Hecoughsfeebly.In
ringingtones.)Butmyrightlungisas
soundasabell!
POZZO:
(normalvoice).Nomatter!WhatwasI
saying.(He
ponders.)Wait.(Ponders.)Wellnow
isn'tthat...(He
raiseshishead.)Helpme!
ESTRAGON:
Wait!
VLADIMIR:
Wait!
POZZO:
Wait!
Allthreetakeofftheirhats
simultaneously,presstheir
handstotheirforeheads,concentrate.
ESTRAGON:
(triumphantly).Ah!
VLADIMIR:
Hehasit.
POZZO:
(impatient).Well?
ESTRAGON:
Whydoesn'theputdownhisbags?
VLADIMIR:
Rubbish!
POZZO:
Areyousure?
VLADIMIR:
Damnithaven'tyoualreadytoldus?
POZZO:
I'vealreadytoldyou?
ESTRAGON:
He'salreadytoldus?
VLADIMIR:
Anywayhehasputthemdown.
ESTRAGON:
(glanceatLucky).Sohehas.Andwhat
ofit?
VLADIMIR:
Sincehehasputdownhisbagsitis
impossibleweshould
haveaskedwhyhedoesnotdoso.
POZZO:
Stoutlyreasoned!
ESTRAGON:
Andwhyhasheputthemdown?
POZZO:
Answerusthat.
VLADIMIR:
Inordertodance.
ESTRAGON:
True!
POZZO:
True!
Silence.Theyputontheirhats.
ESTRAGON:
Nothinghappens,nobodycomes,nobody
goes,it'sawful!
VLADIMIR:
(toPozzo).Tellhimtothink.
POZZO:
Givehimhishat.
VLADIMIR:
Hishat?
POZZO:
Hecan'tthinkwithouthishat.
VLADIMIR:
(toEstragon).Givehimhishat.
ESTRAGON:
Me!Afterwhathedidtome!Never!
VLADIMIR:
I'llgiveittohim.
Hedoesnotmove.
ESTRAGON:
(toPozzo).Tellhimtogoandfetchit.
POZZO:
It'sbettertogiveittohim.
VLADIMIR:
I'llgiveittohim.
Hepicksupthehatandtendersitat
arm'slengthto
Lucky,whodoesnotmove.
POZZO:
Youmustputitonhishead.
ESTRAGON:
(toPozzo).Tellhimtotakeit.
POZZO:
It'sbettertoputitonhishead.
VLADIMIR:
I'llputitonhishead.
HegoesroundbehindLucky,approaches
himcautiously,
putsthehatonhisheadandrecoils
smartly.Luckydoes
notmove.Silence.
ESTRAGON:
What'shewaitingfor?
POZZO:
Standback!(VladimirandEstragonmove
awayfrom
Lucky.Pozzojerkstherope.Luckylooks
atPozzo.)Think,
pig!(Pause.Luckybeginstodance.)
Stop!(Luckystops.)
Forward!(Luckyadvances.)Stop!(Lucky
stops.)Think!
Silence.
LUCKY:
Ontheotherhandwithregardto–
POZZO:
Stop!(Luckystops.)Back!(Luckymoves
back.)Stop!
(Luckystops.)Turn!(Luckyturns
towardsauditorium.)
Think!
DuringLucky'stiradetheothersreact
asfollows.
1)VladimirandEstragonallattention,
Pozzodejected
anddisgusted.
2)VladimirandEstragonbeginto
protest,Pozzo's
sufferingsincrease.
3)VladimirandEstragonattentive
again,Pozzomoreand
moreagitatedandgroaning.
4)VladimirandEstragonprotest
violently.Pozzojumps
up,pullsontherope.Generaloutcry.
Luckypullsonthe
rope,staggers,shoutshistext.All
threethrow
themselvesonLuckywhostrugglesand
shoutshistext.
LUCKY:
Giventheexistenceasutteredforthin
thepublicworks
ofPuncherandWattmannofapersonal
God
quaquaquaquawithwhitebeard
quaquaquaquaoutside
timewithoutextensionwhofromthe
heightsofdivine
apathiadivineathambiadivineaphasia
lovesusdearly
withsomeexceptionsforreasonsunknown
buttimewill
tellandsufferslikethedivineMiranda
withthosewhofor
reasonsunknownbuttimewilltellare
plungedintorment
plungedinfirewhosefireflamesif
thatcontinuesand
whocandoubtitwillfirethefirmament
thatistosay
blasthelltoheavensobluestilland
calmsocalmwitha
calmwhicheventhoughintermittentis
betterthan
nothingbutnotsofastandconsidering
whatismorethat
asaresultofthelaborsleft
unfinishedcrownedbythe
AcacacacademyofAnthropopopometryof
Essy-in-Possy
ofTestewandCunarditisestablished
beyondalldoubt
allotherdoubtthanthatwhichclings
tothelaborsof
menthatasaresultofthelabors
unfinishedofTestew
andCunnarditisestablishedas
hereinafterbutnotso
fastforreasonsunknownthatasa
resultofthepublic
worksofPuncherandWattmannitis
establishedbeyond
alldoubtthatinviewofthelaborsof
FartovandBelcher
leftunfinishedforreasonsunknownof
TestewandCunard
leftunfinisheditisestablishedwhat
manydenythatman
inPossyofTestewandCunardthatman
inEssythatman
inshortthatmaninbriefinspiteof
thestridesof
alimentationanddefecationwastesand
pineswastesand
pinesandconcurrentlysimultaneously
whatismorefor
reasonsunknowninspiteofthestrides
ofphysicalculture
thepracticeofsportssuchastennis
footballrunning
cyclingswimmingflyingfloatingriding
glidingconating
camogieskatingtennisofallkinds
dyingflyingsportsof
allsortsautumnsummerwinterwinter
tennisofallkinds
hockeyofallsortspenicillinand
succedaneainawordI
resumeflyingglidinggolfovernineand
eighteenholes
tennisofallsortsinawordfor
reasonsunknownin
FeckhamPeckhamFulhamClaphamnamely
concurrently
simultaneouslywhatismoreforreasons
unknownbuttime
willtellfadesawayIresumeFulham
Claphaminaword
thedeadlossperheadsincethedeath
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:
