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Nothing to be done.

I'm beginning to come round to that opinion. All my life I've tried to put it from me, saying Vladimir, be reasonable, you haven't yet tried everything. And I resumed the struggle. So there you are again.

Am I?

I'm glad to see you back. I thought you were gone forever.

Me too.

Together again at last! We'll have to celebrate this. But how? Get up till I embrace you.

Not now, not now.

May one inquire where His Highness spent the night?

In a ditch.

A ditch! Where?

Over there.

And they didn't beat you?

Beat me? Certainly they beat me.

The same lot as usual?

The same? I don't know.

When I think of it . . . all these years . . . but for me . . . where would you be . . . You'd be nothing more than a little heap of bones at the present minute, no doubt about it.

And what of it?

It's too much for one man..... On the other hand what's the good of losing heart now, that's what I say. We should have thought of it a million years ago, in the nineties.

Ah stop blathering and help me off with this bloody thing.

Hand in hand from the top of the Eiffel Tower, among the first. We were respectable in those days. Now it's too late. They wouldn't even let us up. What are you doing?

Taking off my boot. Did that never happen to you?

Boots must be taken off every day, I'm tired telling you that. Why don't you listen to me?

Help me!

It hurts?

Hurts! He wants to know if it hurts!

No one ever suffers but you!. I don't count?! I'd like to hear what you'd say if you had what I have.

It hurts?

Hurts! He wants to know if it hurts!

You might button it all the same.

True..Never neglect the little things of life.

What do you expect, you always wait till the last moment.

The last moment . . . Hope deferred maketh the something sick, who said that?

Why don't you help me?

Sometimes I feel it coming all the same. Then I go all queer. How shall I say? Relieved and at the same time . . .. . . appalled. AP-PALLED Funny. Nothing to be done. Well?


Show me.

There's nothing to show.

Try and put it on again.

I'll air it for a bit.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.This is getting One of the thieves was saved. . . . It's a reasonable percentage.... Gogo.


Suppose we repented.

Repented what?

Oh . . . We wouldn't have to go into the details.

Our being born?


One daren't even laugh any more.

Dreadful privation.

Merely smile. It's not the same thing. Nothing to be done. . . Gogo.

What is it?

Did you ever read the Bible?

The Bible . . I must have taken a look at it.

Do you remember the Gospels?

I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. We'll swim. We'll be happy.

You should have been a poet.

I was. Isn't that obvious?

Where was I . . . How's your foot?

Swelling visibly.

Ah yes, the two thieves. Do you remember the story?


Shall I tell it to you?


It'll pass the time. . . Two thieves, crucified at the same time as our Saviour. One-

Our what?

Our Saviour. Two thieves. One is supposed to have been saved and the other . . . . damned.

Saved from what?


I'm going.

And yet . . . . . . how is it -this is not boring you I hope- how is it that of the four Evangelists only one speaks of a thief being saved. The four of them were there -or thereabouts- and only one speaks of a thief being saved. . . Come on, Gogo, return the ball, can't you, once in a while?

I find this really most extraordinarily interesting.

One out of four. Of the other three, two don't mention any thieves at all and the third says that both of them abused him.



What's all this about? Abused who?

The Saviour.


Because he wouldn't save them.

From hell?

Imbecile! From death.

I thought you said hell.

From death, from death.

Well what of it?

Then the two of them must have been damned.

And why not?

But one of the four says that one of the two was saved.

Well? They don't agree and that's all there is to it.

But all four were there. And only one speaks of a thief being saved. Why believe him rather than the others?

Who believes him?

Everybody. It's the only version they know.

People are bloody ignorant apes.


Charming spot. . . Inspiring prospects... Let's go.

We can't.

Why not?

We're waiting for Godot.

. Ah! . . . You're sure it was here?


That we were to wait.

He said by the tree. Do you see any others?

What is it?

I don't know. A willow.

Where are the leaves?

It must be dead.

No more weeping.

Or perhaps it's not the season.

Looks to me more like a bush.

A shrub.

A bush.

A-. What are you insinuating? That we've come to the wrong place?

He should be here.

He didn't say for sure he'd come.

And if he doesn't come?

We'll come back tomorrow.

And then the day after tomorrow.


And so on.

The point is-

Until he comes.

You're merciless.

We came here yesterday.

Ah no, there you're mistaken.

What did we do yesterday?

What did we do yesterday?


Why . . . Nothing is certain when you're about.

In my opinion we were here.

You recognize the place?

I didn't say that.


That makes no difference.

All the same . . . that tree . . that bog . . .

You're sure it was this evening?


That we were to wait.

He said Saturday. . . .I think.

You think.

I must have made a note of it.

But what Saturday? And is it Saturday? Is it not rather Sunday? . . .Or Monday? . . . Or Friday?

It's not possible!

Or Thursday?

What'll we do?

If he came yesterday and we weren't here you may be sure he won't come again today.

But you say we were here yesterday.

I may be mistaken. . . . Let's stop talking for a minute, do you mind?

All right. Gogo! . . . Gogo! . . . GOGO!

I was asleep! Why will you never let me sleep?

I felt lonely.

I had a dream.

Don't tell me!

I dreamt that-


This one is enough for you? . . . . . . It's not nice of you, Didi. Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can't tell them to you?

Let them remain private. You know I can't bear that.

There are times when I wonder if it wouldn't be better for us to part.

You wouldn't go far.

That would be too bad, really too bad. . . . Wouldn't it, Didi, be really too bad? . . . When you think of the beauty of the way. . . . . And the goodness of the wayfarers. . . . . Wouldn't it, Didi?

Calm yourself.

Calm . . . calm . . . The English say cawm. . . . You know the story of the Englishman in the brothel?


Tell it to me.

Ah stop it!

An Englishman having drunk a little more than usual proceeds to a brothel. The bawd asks him if he wants a fair one, a dark one or a red-haired one. Go on.


You wanted to speak to me?You had something to say to me? Didi . . .

I've nothing to say to you.

You're angry? Forgive me. Come, Didi. Give me your hand. Embrace me! Don't be stubborn! ....You stink of garlic!

It's for the kidneys. What do we do now?


Yes, but while waiting.

What about hanging ourselves?

Hmm. It'd give us an erection.

. An erection!

With all that follows. Where it falls mandrakes grow. That's why they shriek when you pull them up. Did you not know that?

Let's hang ourselves immediately!

From a bough? I wouldn't trust it.

We can always try.

Go ahead.

After you.

No no, you first.

Why me?

You're lighter than I am.

Just so!

I don't understand.

Use your intelligence, can't you?

I remain in the dark.

This is how it is.The bough . . . the bough . . Use your head, can't you?

You're my only hope.

Gogo light-bough not break-Gogo dead. Didi heavy-bough break-Didi alone. Whereas-

I hadn't thought of that.

If it hangs you it'll hang anything.

But am I heavier than you?

So you tell me. I don't know. There's an even chance. Or nearly.

Well? What do we do?

Don't let's do anything. It's safer.

Let's wait and see what he says.



Good idea.

Let's wait till we know exactly how we stand.

On the other hand it might be better to strike the iron before it freezes.

I'm curious to hear what he has to offer. Then we'll take it or leave it.

What exactly did we ask him for?

Were you not there?

I can't have been listening.

Oh . . . Nothing very definite.

A kind of prayer.


A vague supplication.


And what did he reply?

That he'd see.

That he couldn't promise anything.

That he'd have to think it over.

In the quiet of his home.

Consult his family.

His friends.

His agents.

His correspondents.

His books.

His bank account.

Before taking a decision.

It's the normal thing.

Is it not?

I think it is.

I think so too.

And we?

I beg your pardon?

I said, And we?

I don't understand.

Where do we come in?

Come in?

Take your time.

Come in? On our hands and knees.

As bad as that?

Your Worship wishes to assert his prerogatives?

We've no rights any more?


You'd make me laugh if it wasn't prohibited.

We've lost our rights?

We got rid of them.

We're not tied?We're not-


I hear nothing.

Hsst! Nor I.

You gave me a fright.

I thought it was he.



Pah! The wind in the reeds.

I could have sworn I heard shouts.

And why would he shout?

At his horse.

I asked you a question.


Did you reply?

What was it you wanted to know?

I've forgotten. That's what annoys me. . . . Ah yes, now I remember.


. We're not tied?

I don't hear a word you're saying.

I'm asking you if we're tied.



How do you mean tied?


But to whom? By whom?

To your man.

To Godot? Tied to Godot! What an idea! No question of it. . . For the moment.

His name is Godot?

I think so.

Fancy that.

One is what one is.

No use wriggling.

The essential doesn't change.

Nothing to be done.

On! Back!

Let me go!

Stay where you are!

Be careful! He's wicked. With strangers.

Is that him?


. Er . . .



I present myself: Pozzo.

Not at all!

He said Godot.

Not at all!

You're not Mr. Godot, Sir?

I am Pozzo! . . . Pozzo! . . . . Does that name mean nothing to you? . . . I say does that name mean nothing to you?

Bozzo . . . Bozzo . . .

Pozzo . . . Pozzo . . .


Ah! Pozzo . . . let me see . . . Pozzo . . .

Is it Pozzo or Bozzo?

Pozzo . . . no . . . I'm afraid I . . . no . . . I don't seem to . . .

I once knew a family called Gozzo. The mother had the clap.

We're not from these parts, Sir.

You are human beings none the less. As far as one can see. Of the same species as myself. HAHAHAHAHA! Of the same species as Pozzo! Made in God's image!

Well you see-

Who is Godot?


You took me for Godot.

Oh no, Sir, not for an instant, Sir.

Who is he?

Oh he's a . . . he's a kind of acquaintance.

Nothing of the kind, we hardly know him.

True . . . we don't know him very well . . . but all the same . . .

Personally, I wouldn't even know him if I saw him.

You took me for him.

That's to say . . . you understand . . . the dusk . . . the strain . . . waiting . . . I confess . . . I imagined . . . for a second . . .

Waiting? So you were waiting for him?

Well you see-

Here? On my land?

We didn't intend any harm.

We meant well.

The road is free to all.

That's how we looked at it.

It's a disgrace. But there you are.

Nothing we can do about it.

Let's say no more about it. Up pig! Every time he drops he falls asleep. Up hog!Back! Stop! Turn! Gentlemen, I am happy to have met you. Yes yes, sincerely happy.Closer! Stop! Yes, the road seems long when one journeys all alone for . . . yes . . . yes, six hours, that's right, six hours on end, and never a soul in sight.Coat! Hold that! Coat! Touch of autumn in the air this evening.Whip! Yes, gentlemen, I cannot go for long without the society of my likes even when the likeness is an imperfect one.Stool! Closer! Back! Further! Stop! That is why, with your permission, I propose to dally with you a moment, before I venture any further. Basket! The fresh air stimulates the jaded appetite. Basket! Further! He stinks. Happy days!

What ails him?

He looks tired.

Why doesn't he put down his bags?

How do I know? Careful!

Say something to him.



His neck!

I see nothing.


Oh I say!

A running sore!

It's the rope.

It's the rubbing.

It's inevitable.

It's the knot.

It's the chafing.

He's not bad looking.

Would you say so?

A trifle effeminate.

Look at the slobber.

It's inevitable.

Look at the slaver.

Perhaps he's a halfwit.

A cretin.

Looks like a goiter.

It's not certain.

He's panting.

It's inevitable.

And his eyes!

What about them?

Goggling out of his head.

Looks like his last gasp to me.

It's not certain... Ask him a question.

Would that be a good thing?

What do we risk?

Mister . . .


Mister . . .

Leave him in peace! Can't you see he wants to rest? Basket! Basket! What can you expect, it's not his job. Ah! That's better.

Please Sir . . .

What is it, my good man?

Er . . . you've finished with the . . . er . . . you don't need the . . . er . . . bones, Sir?

You couldn't have waited?

No no, he does well to ask. Do I need the bones? No, personally I do not need them any more. But . . . . . . but in theory the bones go to the carrier. He is therefore the one to ask.Go on, go on, don't be afraid, ask him, he'll tell you.

Mister . . . excuse me, Mister . . .

You're being spoken to, pig! Reply! Try him again.

Excuse me, Mister, the bones, you won't be wanting the bones?

Mister! Reply! Do you want them or don't you? They're yours.I don't like it. I've never known him to refuse a bone before. Nice business it'd be if he fell sick on me!

It's a scandal!

Are you alluding to anything in particular?

To treat a man . . . . . . like that . . . I think that . . . no . . . a human being . . . no . . . it's a scandal!

A disgrace!

You are severe. What age are you, if it's not a rude question? Sixty? Seventy? What age would you say he was?


I am impertinent. I must be getting on. Thank you for your society. Unless I smoke another pipe before I go. What do you say? Oh I'm only a small smoker, a very small smoker, I'm not in the habit of smoking two pipes one on top of the other, it makes my heart go pit-a-pat.It's the nicotine, one absorbs it in spite of one's precautions. You know how it is. But perhaps you don't smoke? Yes? No? It's of no importance. But how am I to sit down now, without affectation, now that I have risen? Without appearing to -how shall I say- without appearing to falter. I beg your pardon? Perhaps you didn't speak? It's of no importance. Let me see . . .

Ah! That's better.

Let's go.

So soon?

One moment! Stool! More! There! Done it!

Let's go!

I hope I'm not driving you away. Wait a little longer, you'll never regret it.

We're in no hurry.

The second is never so sweet . . . as the first I mean. But it's sweet just the same.

I'm going.

He can no longer endure my presence. I am perhaps not particularly human, but who cares? Think twice before you do anything rash. Suppose you go now while it is still day, for there is no denying it is still day. Good. What happens in that case- -I'm out- in that case-in that case-what happens in that case to your appointment with this . . . Godet . . . Godot . . . Godin . . . anyhow you see who I mean, who has your future in his hands . . . at least your immediate future?

Who told you?

He speaks to me again! If this goes on much longer we'll soon be old friends.

Why doesn't he put down his bags?

I too would be happy to meet him. The more people I meet the happier I become. From the meanest creature one departs wiser, richer, more conscious of one's blessings. Even you . .. . even you, who knows, will have added to my store.

Why doesn't he put down his bags?

But that would surprise me.

You're being asked a question.

A question! Who? What? A moment ago you were calling me Sir, in fear and trembling. Now you're asking me questions. No good will come of this!

I think he's listening.


You can ask him now. He's on the alert.

Ask him what?

Why he doesn't put down his bags.

I wonder.

Ask him, can't you?

You want to know why he doesn't put down his bags, as you call them.

That's it.

. You are sure you agree with that?

He's puffing like a grampus.

The answer is this. But stay still, I beg of you, you're making me nervous!


What is it?

He's about to speak.

Good. Is everybody ready? Is everybody looking at me? Will you look at me, pig! Good. I am ready. Is everybody listening? Is everybody ready? Hog! I don't like talking in a vacuum. Good. Let me see.

I'm going.

What was it exactly you wanted to know?

Why he-

Don't interrupt me! If we all speak at once we'll never get anywhere. . . . What was I saying? What was I saying?

Bags. Why? Always hold. Never put down. Why?

Ah! Why couldn't you say so before? Why he doesn't make himself comfortable? Let's try and get this clear. Has he not the right to? Certainly he has. It follows that he doesn't want to. There's reasoning for you. And why doesn't he want to? Gentlemen, the reason is this.

. Make a note of this.

He wants to impress me, so that I'll keep him.


Perhaps I haven't got it quite right. He wants to mollify me, so that I'll give up the idea of parting with him. No, that's not exactly it either.

You want to get rid of him?

He wants to con me, but he won't.

You want to get rid of him?

He imagines that when I see how well he carries I'll be tempted to keep him on in that capacity.

You've had enough of him?

In reality he carries like a pig. It's not his job.

You want to get rid of him?

He imagines that when I see him indefatigable I'll regret my decision. Such is his miserable scheme. As though I were short of slaves! Atlas, son of Jupiter! Well, that's that, I think. Anything else?

You want to get rid of him?

Remark that I might just as well have been in his shoes and he in mine. If chance had not willed otherwise. To each one his due.

You waagerrim?

I beg your pardon?

You want to get rid of him?

I do. But instead of driving him away as I might have done, I mean instead of simply kicking him out on his arse, in the goodness of my heart I am bringing him to the fair, where I hope to get a good price for him. The truth is you can't drive such creatures away. The best thing would be to kill them. Lucky weeps.

He's crying!

Old dogs have more dignity. Comfort him, since you pity him. Come on.Wipe away his tears, he'll feel less forsaken.

Here, give it to me, I'll do it.

Make haste, before he stops. Hanky!

Oh the swine! He's crippled me!

I told you he didn't like strangers.

Show me. He's bleeding!

It's a good sign.

I'll never walk again!

I'll carry you. . . . If necessary.

He's stopped crying. You have replaced him as it were. The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. . . . Let us not speak well of it either. . . . . Let us not speak of it at all. . . . . . . . It is true the population has increased.

Try and walk.

Guess who taught me all these beautiful things. My Lucky!

Will night never come?

But for him all my thoughts, all my feelings, would have been of common things.Professional worries! Beauty, grace, truth of the first water, I knew they were all beyond me. So I took a knook.

A knook?

That was nearly sixty years ago . . . . yes, nearly sixty. You wouldn't think it to look at me, would you? Compared to him I look like a young man, no? . . . Now look Did you see?

And now you turn him away? Such an old and faithful servant!


After having sucked all the good out of him you chuck him away like a . . . like a banana skin. Really . . .

I can't bear it . . . any longer . . . the way he goes on . . . you've no idea . . . it's terrible . . . he must go . . . . . I'm going mad . . . . I can't bear it . . . any longer . . .

He can't bear it.

Any longer.

He's going mad.

It's terrible.

. How dare you! It's abominable! Such a good master! Crucify him like that! After so many years! Really!

He used to be so kind . . . so helpful . . . and entertaining . . . my good angel . . . and now . . . he's killing me.

Does he want to replace him?


Does he want someone to take his place or not?

I don't think so.


I don't know.

Ask him.

Gentlemen, I don't know what came over me. Forgive me. Forget all I said. I don't remember exactly what it was, but you may be sure there wasn't a word of truth in it.Do I look like a man that can be made to suffer? Frankly? What have I done with my pipe?

Charming evening we're having.


And it's not over.

Apparently not.

It's only beginning.

It's awful.

Worse than the pantomime.

The circus.

The music-hall.

The circus.

What can I have done with that briar?

He's a scream. He's lost his dudeen.

I'll be back.

End of the corridor, on the left.

Keep my seat.

I've lost my Kapp and Peterson!

He'll be the death of me!

You didn't see by any chance- Oh! He's gone! Without saying goodbye! How could he! He might have waited!

He would have burst.

Oh! . . . Oh well then of course in that case . . .

Come here.

What for?

You'll see.

You want me to get up?

Quick! Look!

Oh I say!

It's all over.

He's not pleased.

You missed a treat. Pity.

He subsides.Indeed all subsides. A great calm descends. Listen! Pan sleeps.

Will night never come?

You don't feel like going until it does?

Well you see-

Why it's very natural, very natural. I myself in your situation, if I had an appointment with a Godin . . . Godet . . . Godot . . . anyhow, you see who I mean, I'd wait till it was black night before I gave up. I'd very much like to sit down, but I don't quite know how to go about it.

Could I be of any help?

If you asked me perhaps.


If you asked me to sit down.

Would that be a help?

I fancy so.

Here we go. Be seated, Sir, I beg of you.

No no, I wouldn't think of it! Ask me again.

Come come, take a seat I beseech you, you'll get pneumonia.

You really think so?

Why it's absolutely certain.

No doubt you are right. Done it again! Thank you, dear fellow. But I must really be getting along, if I am to observe my schedule.

Time has stopped.

Don't you believe it, Sir, don't you believe it. Whatever you like, but not that.

Everything seems black to him today.

Except the firmament.But I see what it is, you are not from these parts, you don't know what our twilights can do. Shall I tell you? I can't refuse you. A little attention, if you please. What's the matter with this whip? Worn out, this whip.What was I saying?

Let's go.

But take the weight off your feet, I implore you, you'll catch your death.

True. What is your name?


Ah yes! The night .But be a little more attentive, for pity's sake, otherwise we'll never get anywhere. Look! Will you look at the sky, pig! Good, that's enough. What is there so extraordinary about it? Qua sky. It is pale and luminous like any sky at this hour of the day. In these latitudes. When the weather is fine. An hour ago roughly after having poured forth even since say ten o'clock in the morning tirelessly torrents of red and white light it begins to lose its effulgence, to grow pale pale, ever a little paler, a little paler until pppfff! finished! it comes to rest. But- but behind this veil of gentleness and peace, night is charging and will burst upon us pop! like that! just when we least expect it. That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.

So long as one knows.

One can bide one's time.

One knows what to expect.

No further need to worry.

Simply wait.

We're used to it. .

How did you find me? Good? Fair? Middling? Poor? Positively bad?

Oh very good, very very good.

And you, Sir?

Oh tray bong, tray tray tray bong.

Bless you, gentlemen, bless you! I have such need of encouragement!I weakened a little towards the end, you didn't notice?

Oh perhaps just a teeny weeny little bit.

I thought it was intentional.

You see my memory is defective.

In the meantime, nothing happens.

You find it tedious?


And you, Sir?

I've been better entertained.

Gentlemen, you have been . . . civil to me.

Not at all!

What an idea!

Yes yes, you have been correct. So that I ask myself is there anything I can do in my turn for these honest fellows who are having such a dull, dull time.

Even ten francs would be a help.

We are not beggars!

Is there anything I can do, that's what I ask myself, to cheer them up? I have given them bones, I have talked to them about this and that, I have explained the twilight, admittedly. But is it enough, that's what tortures me, is it enough?

Even five.

That's enough!

I couldn't accept less.

Is is enough? No doubt. But I am liberal. It's my nature. This evening. So much the worse for me. For I shall suffer, no doubt about that. What do you prefer? Shall we have him dance, or sing, or recite, or think, or-


Who! You know how to think, you two?

He thinks?

Certainly. Aloud. He even used to think very prettily once, I could listen to him for hours. Now . . . So much the worse for me. Well, would you like him to think something for us?

I'd rathr he dance, it'd be more fun.

Not necessarily.

Wouldn't it, Didi, be more fun?

I'd like well to hear him think.

Perhaps he could dance first and think afterwards, if it isn't too much to ask him.

Would that be possible?

By all means, nothing simpler. It's the natural order.

Then let him dance.

Do you hear, hog?

He never refuses?

He refused once. Dance, misery!

Is that all?


Pooh! I'd do as well myself. With a little practice.

He used to dance the farandole, the fling, the brawl, the jig, the fandango and even the hornpipe. He capered. For joy. Now that's the best he can do. Do you know what he calls it?

The Scapegoat's Agony.

The Hard Stool.

The Net. He thinks he's entangled in a net.

. There's something about it . . .


Tell us about the time he refused.

With pleasure, with pleasure. Wait. What have I done with my spray? Well now isn't that . . I can't find my pulverizer!

My left lung is very weak! But my right lung is as sound as a bell!

No matter! What was I saying. Wait. Well now isn't that . . . Help me!





He has it.


Why doesn't he put down his bags?


Are you sure?

Damn it haven't you already told us?

I've already told you?

He's already told us?

Anyway he has put them down.

So he has. And what of it?

Since he has put down his bags it is impossible we should have asked why he does not do so.

Stoutly reasoned!

And why has he put them down?

Answer us that.

In order to dance.



Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful!

Tell him to think.

Give him his hat.

His hat?

He can't think without his hat.

Give him his hat.

Me! After what he did to me! Never!

I'll give it to him.

Tell him to go and fetch it.

It's better to give it to him.

I'll give it to him.

You must put it on his head.

Tell him to take it.

It's better to put it on his head.

I'll put it on his head.

What's he waiting for?

Stand back! Think, pig! Stop! Forward! Stop! Think!

On the other hand with regard to-

Stop! Back! Stop! Turn! Think!

Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head approximately by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard tennis . . . the stones . . . so calm . . . Cunard . . . unfinished . . .

His hat!


Give me that! There's an end to his thinking!

But will he be able to walk?

Walk or crawl! Up pig!

Perhaps he's dead.

You'll kill him.

Up scum! Help me!


Raise him up!

He's doing it on purpose!

You must hold him. Come on, come on, raise him up.

To hell with him!

Come on, once more.

What does he take us for?

Don't let him go! Don't move! Hold him tight! Don't let him go! Hold him tight! Now! You can let him go. Forward! Back! Turn! Done it! He can walk. Thank you, gentlemen, and let me . . . . let me wish you . . . . wish you . . . . what have I done with my watch? A genuine half-hunter, gentlemen, with deadbeat escapement! Twas my granpa gave it to me! Well now isn't that just-

Perhaps it's in your fob.

Wait! I hear nothing. Surely one should hear the tick-tick.


I hear something.


It's the heart.



Perhaps it has stopped.

Which of you smells so bad?

He has stinking breath and I have stinking feet.

I must go.

And your half-hunter?

I must have left it at the manor.

Then adieu.







And thank you.

Thank you.

Not at all.

Yes yes.

No no.

Yes yes.

No no.

I don't seem to be able . . . to depart.

Such is life.

You're going the wrong way.

I need a running start.Stand back! On! On!



Faster! On! On! Stool! Adieu!

Adieu! Adieu!

Up! Pig! On! Faster! On! Adieu! Pig! Yip! Adieu!

That passed the time.

It would have passed in any case.

Yes, but not so rapidly.

What do we do now?

I don't know.

Let's go.

We can't.

Why not?

We're waiting for Godot.


How they've changed!


Those two.

That's the idea, let's make a little conversation.

Haven't they?



Very likely. They all change. Only we can't.

Likely! It's certain. Didn't you see them?

I suppose I did. But I don't know them.

Yes you do know them.

No I don't know them.

We know them, I tell you. You forget everything. . . . Unless they're not the same . . .

Why didn't they recognize us then?

That means nothing. I too pretended not to recognize them. And then nobody ever recognizes us.

Forget it. What we need- Ow! Ow!

Unless they're not the same . . .

Didi! It's the other foot!

Unless they're not the same . . .


Off we go again.

Approach, my child.

Mister Albert . . . ?


What do you want?


Approach when you're told, can't you?

What is it?

Mr. Godot . . .

Obviously . . . Approach.

Will you approach! What kept you so late?

You have a message from Mr. Godot?

Yes Sir.

Well, what is it?

What kept you so late?

Let him alone.

You let me alone. Do you know what time it is?

It's not my fault, Sir.

And whose is it? Mine?

I was afraid, Sir.

Afraid of what? Of us? Answer me!

I know what it is, he was afraid of the others.

How long have you been here?

A good while, Sir.

You were afraid of the whip?

Yes Sir.

The roars?

Yes Sir.

The two big men.

Yes Sir.

Do you know them?

No Sir.

Are you a native of these parts? . . . . . Do you belong to these parts?

Yes Sir.

That's all a pack of lies. Tell us the truth!

But it is the truth, Sir!

Will you let him alone! What's the matter with you?

I'm unhappy.

Not really! Since when?

I'd forgotten.

Extraordinary the tricks that memory plays! Well?

Mr. Godot-

I've seen you before, haven't I?

I don't know, Sir.

You don't know me?

No Sir.

It wasn't you came yesterday?

No Sir.

This is your first time?

Yes Sir.

Words words. Speak.

Mr. Godot told me to tell you he won't come this evening but surely tomorrow.

Is that all?

Yes Sir. .

You work for Mr. Godot?

Yes Sir.

What do you do?

I mind the goats, Sir.

Is he good to you?

Yes Sir.

He doesn't beat you?

No Sir, not me.

Whom does he beat?

He beats my brother, Sir.

Ah, you have a brother?

Yes Sir.

What does he do?

He minds the sheep, Sir.

And why doesn't he beat you?

I don't know, Sir.

He must be fond of you.

I don't know, Sir.

Does he give you enough to eat? Does he feed you well?

Fairly well, Sir.

You're not unhappy? Do you hear me?

Yes Sir.


I don't know, Sir.

You don't know if you're unhappy or not?

No Sir.

You're as bad as myself. Where do you sleep?

In the loft, Sir.

With your brother?

Yes Sir.

In the hay?

Yes Sir.

All right, you may go.

What am I to tell Mr. Godot, Sir?

Tell him . . . . . tell him you saw us. You did see us, didn't you?

Yes Sir.

At last!What are you doing?

Pale for weariness.


Of climbing heaven and gazing on the likes of us.

Your boots, what are you doing with your boots?

I'm leaving them there. Another will come, just as . . . as . . . as me, but with smaller feet, and they'll make him happy.

But you can't go barefoot!

Christ did.

Christ! What has Christ got to do with it. You're not going to compare yourself to Christ!

All my life I've compared myself to him.

But where he lived it was warm, it was dry!

Yes. And they crucified quick. Silence.

We've nothing more to do here.

Nor anywhere else.

Ah Gogo, don't go on like that. Tomorrow everything will be better.

How do you make that out?

Did you not hear what the child said?


He said that Godot was sure to come tomorrow. What do you say to that?

Then all we have to do is to wait on here.

Are you mad? We must take cover. Come on.

Pity we haven't got a bit of rope.

Come on. It's cold.

Remind me to bring a bit of rope tomorrow.

Yes. Come on. .

How long have we been together all the time now?

I don't know. Fifty years maybe.

Do you remember the day I threw myself into the Rhone?

We were grape harvesting.

You fished me out.

That's all dead and buried.

My clothes dried in the sun.

There's no good harking back on that. Come on.


I'm cold!

Wait! I sometimes wonder if we wouldn't have been better off alone, each one for himself. We weren't made for the same road.

It's not certain.

No, nothing is certain.

We can still part, if you think it would be better.

It's not worthwhile now.

No, it's not worthwhile now.

Well, shall we go?

Yes, let's go.

A dog came in-

Having begun too high he stops, clears his throat, resumes:

A dog came in the kitchen
And stole a crust of bread.
Then cook up with a ladle
And beat him till he was dead.
Then all the dogs came running
And dug the dog a tomb-

He stops, broods, resumes:

Then all the dogs came running
And dug the dog a tomb
And wrote upon the tombstone
For the eyes of dogs to come:

A dog came in the kitchen
And stole a crust of bread.
Then cook up with a ladle
And beat him till he was dead.

Then all the dogs came running
And dug the dog a tomb-

He stops, broods, resumes:

Then all the dogs came running
And dug the dog a tomb-

He stops, broods. Softly.

And dug the dog a tomb . . .

You again! Come here till I embrace you.

Don't touch me!

Do you want me to go away? Gogo! . . . . . Did they beat you? Gogo! Where did you spend the night?

Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!

Did I ever leave you?

You let me go.

Look at me. Will you look at me!

What a day!

Who beat you? Tell me.

Another day done with.

Not yet.

For me it's over and done with, no matter what happens.I heard you singing.

That's right, I remember.

That finished me. I said to myself, He's all alone, he thinks I'm gone for ever, and he sings.

One is not master of one's moods. All day I've felt in great form. . . . I didn't get up in the night, not once!

You see, you piss better when I'm not there.

I missed you . . . and at the same time I was happy. Isn't that a strange thing?


Perhaps it's not quite the right word.

And now?

Now? . . .There you are again . . . There we are again. . .There I am again.

You see, you feel worse when I'm with you. I feel better alone too.

Then why do you always home crawling back?

I don't know.

No, but I do. It's because you don't know how to defend yourself. I wouldn't have let them beat you.

You couldn't have stopped them.

Why not?

There was ten of them.

No, I mean before they beat you. I would have stopped you from doing whatever it was you were doing.

I wasn't doing anything.

Then why did they beat you?

I don't know.

Ah no, Gogo, the truth is there are things that escape you that don't escape me, you must feel it yourself.

I tell you I wasn't doing anything.

Perhaps you weren't. But it's the way of doing it that counts, the way of doing it, if you want to go on living.

I wasn't doing anything.

You must be happy too, deep down, if you only knew it.

Happy about what?

To be back with me again.

Would you say so?

Say you are, even if it's not true.

What am I to say?

Say, I am happy.

I am happy.

So am I.

So am I.

We are happy.

We are happy. . . . What do we do now, now that we are happy?

Wait for Godot. . . . . Things have changed here since yesterday.

And if he doesn't come?

We'll see when the time comes. I was saying that things have changed here since yesterday.

Everything oozes.

Look at the tree.

It's never the same pus from one second to the next.

The tree, look at the tree.

Was is not there yesterday?

Yes of course it was there. Do you not remember? We nearly hanged ourselves from it. But you wouldn't. Do you not remember?

You dreamt it.

Is it possible you've forgotten already?

That's the way I am. Either I forget immediately or I never forget.

And Pozzo and Lucky, have you forgotten them too?

Pozzo and Lucky?

He's forgotten everything!

I remember a lunatic who kicked the shins off me. Then he played the fool.

That was Lucky.

I remember that. But when was it?

And his keeper, do you not remember him?

He gave me a bone.

That was Pozzo.

And all that was yesterday, you say?

Yes of course it was yesterday.

And here where we are now?

Where else do you think? Do you not recognize the place?

Recognize! What is there to recognize? All my lousy life I've crawled about in the mud! And you talk to me about scenery! Look at this muckheap! I've never stirred from it!

Calm yourself, calm yourself.

You and your landscapes! Tell me about the worms!

All the same, you can't tell me that this . . . bears any resemblance to . . . to the Macon country for example. You can't deny there's a big difference.

The Macon country! Who's talking to you about the Macon country?

But you were there yourself, in the Macon country.

No I was never in the Macon country! I've puked my puke of a life away here, I tell you! Here! In the Cackon country!

But we were there together, I could swear to it! Picking grapes for a man called . . . . . can't think of the name of the man, at a place called . . . . can't think of the name of the place, do you not remember?

It's possible. I didn't notice anything.

But down there everything is red!

. I didn't notice anything, I tell you!

You're a hard man to get on with, Gogo.

It'd be better if we parted.

You always say that and you always come crawling back.

The best thing would be to kill me, like the other.

What other? What other?

Like billions of others.

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

In the meantime let us try and converse calmly, since we are incapable of keeping silent.

You're right, we're inexhaustible.

It's so we won't think.

We have that excuse.

It's so we won't hear.

We have our reasons.

All the dead voices.

They make a noise like wings.

Like leaves.

Like sand.

Like leaves.

They all speak at once.

Each one to itself.

Rather they whisper.

They rustle.

They murmur.

They rustle.

What do they say?

They talk about their lives.

To have lived is not enough for them.

They have to talk about it.

To be dead is not enough for them.

It is not sufficient.

They make a noise like feathers.

Like leaves.

Likes ashes.

Like leaves.

Say something!

I'm trying.

Say anything at all!

What do we do now?

Wait for Godot.


This is awful!

Sing something.

No no! We could start all over again perhaps.

That should be easy.

It's the start that's difficult.

You can start from anything.

Yes, but you have to decide.


Help me!

I'm trying.

When you seek you hear.

You do.

That prevents you from finding.

It does.

That prevents you from thinking.

You think all the same.

No no, it's impossible.

That's the idea, let's contradict each another.


You think so?

We're in no danger of ever thinking any more.

Then what are we complaining about?

Thinking is not the worst.

Perhaps not. But at least there's that.

That what?

That's the idea, let's ask each other questions.

What do you mean, at least there's that?

That much less misery.


Well? If we gave thanks for our mercies?

What is terrible is to have thought.

But did that ever happen to us?

Where are all these corpses from?

These skeletons.

Tell me that.


We must have thought a little.

At the very beginning.

A charnel-house! A charnel-house!

You don't have to look.

You can't help looking.


Try as one may.

I beg your pardon?

Try as one may.

We should turn resolutely towards Nature.

We've tried that.


Oh it's not the worst, I know.


To have thought.


But we could have done without it.

Que voulez-vous?

I beg your pardon?

Que voulez-vouz.

Ah! que voulez-vous. Exactly.

That wasn't such a bad little canter.

Yes, but now we'll have to find something else.

Let me see.

Let me see. Ah!


What was I saying, we could go on from there.

What were you saying when?

At the very beginning.

The very beginning of WHAT?

This evening . . . I was saying . . . I was saying . . .

I'm not a historian.

Wait . . . we embraced . . . we were happy . . . happy . . . what do we do now that we're happy . . . go on waiting . . . waiting . . . let me think . . . it's coming . . . go on waiting . . . now that we're happy . . . let me see . . . ah! The tree!

The tree?

Do you not remember?

I'm tired.

Look at it. They look at the tree.

I see nothing.

But yesterday evening it was all black and bare. And now it's covered with leaves.


In a single night.

It must be the Spring.

But in a single night!

I tell you we weren't here yesterday. Another of your nightmares.

And where were we yesterday evening according to you?

How would I know? In another compartment. There's no lack of void.

Good. We weren't here yesterday evening. Now what did we do yesterday evening?


Try and remember.

Do . . . I suppose we blathered.

About what?

Oh . . . this and that I suppose, nothing in particular. Yes, now I remember, yesterday evening we spent blathering about nothing in particular. That's been going on now for half a century.

You don't remember any fact, any circumstance?

. Don't torment me, Didi.

The sun. The moon. Do you not remember?

They must have been there, as usual.

You didn't notice anything out of the ordinary?


And Pozzo? And Lucky?


The bones.

They were like fishbones.

It was Pozzo gave them to you.

I don't know.

And the kick.

That's right, someone gave me a kick.

It was Lucky gave it to you.

And all that was yesterday?

Show me your leg.


Both. Pull up your trousers.Pull up your trousers.

I can't.

The other. The other, pig! There's the wound! Beginning to fester!

And what about it?

Where are your boots?

I must have thrown them away.


I don't know.


I don't know why I don't know!

No, I mean why did you throw them away?

Because they were hurting me!

There they are! At the very spot where you left them yesterday!

They're not mine.

Not yours!

Mine were black. These are brown.

You're sure yours were black?

Well they were a kind of gray.

And these are brown. Show me.

Well they're a kind of green.

Show me. Well of all the-

You see, all that's a lot of bloody-

Ah! I see what it is. Yes, I see what's happened.

All that's a lot of bloody-

It's elementary. Someone came and took yours and left you his.


His were too tight for him, so he took yours.

But mine were too tight.

For you. Not for him.

I'm tired! Let's go.

We can't.

Why not?

We're waiting for Godot.

Ah!What'll we do, what'll we do!

There's nothing we can do.

But I can't go on like this!

Would you like a radishs

Is that all there is?

There are radishes and turnips.

Are there no carrots?

No. Anyway you overdo it with your carrots.

Then give me a radish. It's black!

It's a radish.

I only like the pink ones, you know that!

Then you don't want it?

I only like the pink ones!

Then give it back to me.

I'll go and get a carrot.

This is becoming really insignificant.

Not enough.

What about trying them.

I've tried everything.

No, I mean the boots.

Would that be a good thing?

It'd pass the time. I assure you, it'd be an occupation.

A relaxation.

A recreation.

A relaxation.


You'll help me?

I will of course.

We don't manage too badly, eh Didi, between the two of us?

Yes yes. Come on, we'll try the left first.

We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist?

Yes yes, we're magicians. But let us persevere in what we have resolved, before we forget Come on, give me your foot.The other, hog! Higher! Try and walk. Well?

It fits.

We'll try and lace it.

No no, no laces, no laces!

You'll be sorry. Let's try the other. Well?

It fits too.

They don't hurt you?

Not yet.

Then you can keep them.

They're too big.

Perhaps you'll have socks some day.


Then you'll keep them?

That's enough about these boots.

-Yes, but-

Enough! I suppose I might as well sit down.

That's where you were sitting yesterday evening.

If I could only sleep.

Yesterday you slept.

I'll try.
He resumes his foetal posture, his head between his knees.

Bye bye bye bye
Bye bye-

Not so loud!

Bye bye bye bye
Bye bye bye bye
Bye bye bye bye
Bye bye . . .


There . . . there . . . it's all over.

I was falling-

It's all over, it's all over.

I was on top of a-

Don't tell me! Come, we'll walk it off.

That's enough. I'm tired.

You'd rather be stuck there doing nothing?


Please yourself.

Let's go.

We can't.

Why not?

We're waiting for Godot.

Ah! Can you not stay still?

I'm cold.

We came too soon.

It's always at nightfall.

But night doesn't fall.

It'll fall all of a sudden, like yesterday.

Then it'll be night.

And we can go.

Then it'll be day again.What'll we do, what'll we do!

Will you stop whining! I've had about my bellyful of your lamentations!

I'm going.



Lucky's hat.I've been here an hour and never saw it.Fine!

You'll never see me again.

I knew it was the right place. Now our troubles are over. Must have been a very fine hat Here.


Hold that. How does it fit me?

How would I know?

No, but how do I look in it?


Yes, but not more so than usual?

Neither more nor less.

Then I can keep it. Mine irked me.How shall I say? It itched me.

I'm going.

Will you not play?

Play at what?

We could play at Pozzo and Lucky.

Never heard of it.

I'll do Lucky, you do Pozzo Go on.

What am I to do?

Curse me!

. Naughty!


Gonococcus! Spirochete!

Tell me to think.


Say, Think, pig!

Think, pig!

I can't.

That's enough of that.

Tell me to dance.

I'm going.

Dance, hog! I can't! Gogo!++ There you are again at last!

I'm accursed!

Where were you? I thought you were gone for ever.

They're coming!


I don't know.

How many?

I don't know.

It's Godot! At last! Gogo! It's Godot! We're saved! Let's go and meet him! Gogo! Come back! There you are again again!

I'm in hell!

Where were you?

They're coming there too!

We're surrounded! Imbecile! There's no way out there. There! Not a soul in sight! Off you go! Quick! You won't? Well I can understand that. Wait till I see. Your only hope left is to disappear.


Behind the tree. Quick! Behind the tree. Decidedly this tree will not have been the slightest use to us.

I lost my head. Forgive me. It won't happen again. Tell me what to do.

There's nothing to do.

You go and stand there. There, don't move, and watch out.Back to back like in the good old days. Do you see anything coming?




Nor I.

You must have had a vision.

. What?


No need to shout!

Do you-

Oh pardon!

Carry on.

No no, after you.

No no, you first.

I interrupted you.

On the contrary.

Ceremonious ape!

Punctilious pig!

Finish your phrase, I tell you!

Finish your own!


That's the idea, let's abuse each other.










Now let's make it up.



Your hand!

Take it!

Come to my arms!

Yours arms?

My breast!

Off we go!

How time flies when one has fun!

What do we do now?

While waiting.

While waiting.

We could do our exercises.

Our movements.

Our elevations.

Our relaxations.

Our elongations.

Our relaxations.

To warm us up.

To calm us down.

Off we go.

That's enough. I'm tired.

. We're not in shape. What about a little deep breathing?

I'm tired breathing.

You're right. Let's just do the tree, for the balance.

The tree?

. Your turn. .

Do you think God sees me?

You must close your eyes.

God have pity on me!

And me?

On me! On me! Pity! On me!


What is it? Who is it?

Is it Godot?

At last! Reinforcements at last!


Is it Godot?

We were beginning to weaken. Now we're sure to see the evening out.


Do you hear him?

We are no longer alone, waiting for the night, waiting for Godot, waiting for . . . waiting. All evening we have struggled, unassisted. Now it's over. It's already tomorrow.


Time flows again already. The sun will set, the moon rise, and we away . . . from here.


Poor Pozzo!

I knew it was him.



But it's not Godot.

It's not Godot?

It's not Godot.

Then who is it?

It's Pozzo.

Here! Here! Help me up!

He can't get up.

Let's go.

We can't.

Why not?

We're waiting for Godot.


Perhaps he has another bone for you.


Chicken. Do you not remember?

It was him?


Ask him.

Perhaps we should help him first.

To do what?

To get up.

He can't get up?

He wants to get up.

Then let him get up.

He can't.

Why not?

I don't know.

We should ask him for the bone first. Then if he refuses we'll leave him there.

You mean we have him at our mercy?


And that we should subordinate our good offices to certain conditions?


That seems intelligent all right. But there's one thing I'm afraid of.



That Lucky might get going all of a sudden. Then we'd be ballocksed.


The one that went for you yesterday.

I tell you there was ten of them.

No, before that, the one that kicked you.

Is he there?

As large as life. For the moment he is inert. But he might run amuck any minute.


And suppose we gave him a good beating, the two of us.

You mean if we fell on him in his sleep?


That seems a good idea all right. But could we do it? Is he really asleep?. . . . No, the best would be to take advantage of Pozzo's calling for help-


To help him-

We help him?

In anticipation of some tangible return.

And suppose he-

Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! . . . . . .Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for once the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us! What do you say? It is true that when with folded arms we weigh the pros and cons we are no less a credit to our species. The tiger bounds to the help of his congeners without the least reflection, or else he slinks away into the depths of the thickets. But that is not the question. What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in this immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come-



Or for night to fall. We have kept our appointment and that's an end to that. We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?


You think so?

I don't know.

You may be right.


All I know is that the hours are long, under these conditions, and constrain us to beguile them with proceedings which -how shall I say- which may at first sight seem reasonable, until they become a habit. You may say it is to prevent our reason from foundering. No doubt. But has it not long been straying in the night without end of the abyssal depths? That's what I sometimes wonder. You follow my reasoning?

. We are all born mad. Some remain so.

Help! I'll pay you!

How much?

One hundred francs!

It's not enough.

I wouldn't go so far as that.

You think it's enough?

No, I mean so far as to assert that I was weak in the head when I came into the world. But that is not the question.

Two hundred!

We wait. We are bored. No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let's get to work! In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness!

Two hundred!

We're coming!

What's the matter with you all?


I'm going.

Don't leave me! They'll kill me!

Where am I?




I'm going.

Help me up first, then we'll go together.

You promise?

I swear it!

And we'll never come back?


We'll go to the Pyrenees.

Wherever you like.

I've always wanted to wander in the Pyrenees.

You'll wander in them.

. Who farted?


Here! Here! Pity!

It's revolting!

Quick! Give me your hand!

I'm going. I'm going.

Well I suppose in the end I'll get up by myself. In the fullness of time.

What's the matter with you?

Go to hell.

Are you staying there?

For the time being.

Come on, get up, you'll catch a chill.

Don't worry about me.

Come on, Didi, don't be pig-headed!



We've arrived.

Who are you?

We are men.

Sweet mother earth!

Can you get up?

I don't know.


Not now, not now.

What happened?

Will you stop it, you! Pest! He can think of nothing but himself!

What about a little snooze?

Did you hear him? He wants to know what happened!

Don't mind him. Sleep.

Pity! Pity!

What is it?

Were you asleep?

I must have been.

It's this bastard Pozzo at it again.

Make him stop it. Kick him in the crotch.

Will you stop it! Crablouse! He's off! He's down!

What do we do now?

Perhaps I could crawl to him.

Don't leave me!

Or I could call to him.

Yes, call to him.

Pozzo! Pozzo! . . . No reply.


Pozzo! Pozzo!

He moved.

Are you sure his name is Pozzo?

Mr. Pozzo! Come back! We won't hurt you!

We might try him with other names.

I'm afraid he's dying.

It'd be amusing.

What'd be amusing?

To try him with other names, one after the other. It'd pass the time. And we'd be bound to hit on the right one sooner or later.

I tell you his name is Pozzo.

We'll soon see. Abel! Abel!


Got it in one!

I begin to weary of this motif.

Perhaps the other is called Cain. Cain! Cain!


He's all humanity. Look at the little cloud.


There. In the zenith.

Well? . . . What is there so wonderful about it?

Let's pass on now to something else, do you mind?

I was just going to suggest it.

But to what?


Suppose we got up to begin with?

No harm trying.

Child's play.

Simple question of will-power.

And now?


Let's go.

We can't.

Why not?

We're waiting for Godot.

Ah! What'll we do, what'll we do!


What about helping him?

What does he want?

He wants to get up.

Then why doesn't he?

He wants us to help him get up.

Then why don't we? What are we waiting for?

We must hold him. Feeling better?

Who are you?

Do you not recognize us?

I am blind.

Perhaps he can see into the future.

Since when?

I used to have wonderful sight- but are you friends?

He wants to know if we are friends!

No, he means friends of his.


We've proved we are, by helping him.

Exactly. Would we have helped him if we weren't his friends?



Don't let's quibble about that now.

You are not highwaymen?

Highwaymen! Do we look like highwaymen?

Damn it, can't you see the man is blind!

Damn it, so he is. So he says.

Don't leave me!

No question of it.

For the moment.

What time is it?

Seven o'clock . . . eight o'clock . . .

That depends what time of year it is.

Is it evening?

It's rising.


Perhaps it's the dawn.

Don't be a fool. It's the west over there.

How do you know?

Is it evening?

Anyway, it hasn't moved.

I tell you it's rising.

Why don't you answer me?

Give us a chance.

It's evening, Sir, it's evening, night is drawing nigh. My friend here would have me doubt it and I must confess he shook me for a moment. But it is not for nothing I have lived through this long day and I can assure you it is very near the end of its repertory. . . . How do you feel now?

How much longer are we to cart him around? We are not caryatids!

You were saying your sight used to be good, if I heard you right.

Wonderful! Wonderful, wonderful sight!

. Expand! Expand!

Let him alone. Can't you see he's thinking of the days when he was happy. Memoria praeteritorum bonorum- that must be unpleasant.

We wouldn't know.

And it came on you all of a sudden?

Quite wonderful!

I'm asking you if it came on you all of a sudden.

I woke up one fine day as blind as Fortune. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not still asleep.

And when was that?

I don't know.

But no later than yesterday-

Don't question me! The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.

Well just fancy that! I could have sworn it was just the opposite.

I'm going.

Where are we?

I couldn't tell you.

It isn't by any chance the place known as the Board?

Never heard of it.

What is it like?

It's indescribable. It's like nothing. There's nothing. There's a tree.

Then it's not the Board.

. Some diversion!

Where is my menial?

He's about somewhere.

Why doesn't he answer when I call?

I don't know. He seems to be sleeping. Perhaps he's dead.

What happened exactly?


The two of you slipped. And fell.

Go and see is he hurt.

We can't leave you.

You needn't both go.

. You go.

After what he did to me? Never!

Yes yes, let your friend go, he stinks so. What is he waiting for?

What are you waiting for?

I'm waiting for Godot. Silence.

What exactly should he do?

Well to begin with he should pull on the rope, as hard as he likes so long as he doesn't strangle him. He usually responds to that. If not he should give him a taste of his boot, in the face and the privates as far as possible.

You see, you've nothing to be afraid of. It's even an opportunity to revenge yourself.

And if he defends himself?

No no, he never defends himself.

I'll come flying to the rescue.

Don't take your eyes off me. He goes towards Lucky.

Make sure he's alive before you start. No point in exerting yourself if he's dead.

He's breathing.

Then let him have it. With sudden fury Estragon starts kicking Lucky, hurling abuse at him as he does so. But he hurts his foot and moves away, limping and groaning. Lucky stirs.

Oh the brute! He sits down on the mound and tries to take off his boot. But he soon desists and disposes himself for sleep, his arms on his knees and his head on his arms.

What's gone wrong now?

My friend has hurt himself.

And Lucky?

So it is he?


It is Lucky?

I don't understand.

And you are Pozzo?

Certainly I am Pozzo.

The same as yesterday?


We met yesterday. Do you not remember?

I don't remember having met anyone yesterday. But tomorrow I won't remember having met anyone today. So don't count on me to enlighten you.


Enough! Up pig!

You were bringing him to the fair to sell him. You spoke to us. He danced. He thought. You had your sight.

As you please. Let me go! Up!

Where do you go from here?

On.Whip! Rope!

What is there in the bag?

Sand. On!

Don't go yet.

I'm going.

What do you do when you fall far from help?

We wait till we can get up. Then we go on. On!

Before you go tell him to sing.



To sing?

Yes. Or to think. Or to recite.

But he is dumb.


Dumb. He can't even groan.

Dumb! Since when?

Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once.On!

Why will you never let me sleep?

I felt lonely.

I was dreaming I was happy.

That passed the time.

I was dreaming that-

Don't tell me! I wonder is he really blind.

Blind? Who?



He told us he was blind

Well what about it?

It seemed to me he saw us.

You dreamt it. Let's go. We can't. Ah! . . . Are you sure it wasn't him?



But who?


Not at all! Not at all! Not at all!

I suppose I might as well get up. Ow! Didi!

I don't know what to think any more.

My feet!Help me!

Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot? That Pozzo passed, with his carrier, and that he spoke to us? Probably. But in all that what truth will there be? He'll know nothing. He'll tell me about the blows he received and I'll give him a carrot.Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener. At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he knows nothing, let him sleep on. I can't go on! What have I said?

Mister . . . Mister Albert . . .

Off we go again. Do you not recognize me?

No Sir.

It wasn't you came yesterday.

No Sir.

This is your first time.

Yes Sir.

You have a message from Mr. Godot.

Yes Sir.

He won't come this evening.

No Sir.

But he'll come tomorrow.

Yes Sir.

Without fail.

Yes Sir.

Did you meet anyone?

No Sir.

Two other . . . . men?

I didn't see anyone, Sir. .

What does he do, Mr. Godot? Do you hear me?

Yes Sir.


He does nothing, Sir.

How is your brother?

He's sick, Sir.

Perhaps it was he came yesterday.

I don't know, Sir.

Has he a beard, Mr. Godot?

Yes Sir.

Fair or . .. . or black?

I think it's white, Sir.

Christ have mercy on us!

What am I to tell Mr. Godot, Sir?

Tell him . . . . tell him you saw me and that . . . . . . that you saw me. You're sure you saw me, you won't come and tell me tomorrow that you never saw me!

What's wrong with you?


I'm going.

So am I.

Was I long asleep?

I don't know.

Where shall we go?

Not far.

Oh yes, let's go far away from here.

We can't.

Why not?

We have to come back tomorrow.

What for?

To wait for Godot.

Ah! He didn't come?


And now it's too late.

Yes, now it's night.

And if we dropped him? If we dropped him?

He'd punish us. Everything's dead but the tree.

What is it?

It's the tree.

Yes, but what kind?

I don't know. A willow.

Why don't we hang ourselves?

With what?

You haven't got a bit of rope?


Then we can't.

Let's go.

Wait, there's my belt.

It's too short.

You could hang onto my legs.

And who'd hang onto mine?


Show me all the same. It might do in a pinch. But is it strong enough?

We'll soon see. Here.

Not worth a curse.

You say we have to come back tomorrow?


Then we can bring a good bit of rope.




I can't go on like this.

That's what you think.

If we parted? That might be better for us.

We'll hang ourselves tomorrow. Unless Godot comes.

And if he comes?

We'll be saved.

Well? Shall we go?

Pull on your trousers.


Pull on your trousers.

You want me to pull off my trousers?

Pull ON your trousers.


Well? Shall we go?

Yes, let's go.

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