Wait For It

Because of its repetition and logical non-sequiturs, Waiting for Godot is a very fun text to recombine based on Markov chain patterns. Drama as a genre is especially rich for the most rudimentary of text alteration algorithms because for the most part only one language register is at work: dialogue. No descriptions, no thoughts, no actions — and on top of that, each piece is clearly tagged to its speaker.

After being turned on to Markov chains by Joseph Moore when I first moved to New York, the first easily adaptable piece of code I found online was written in a scripting language called Lua. I first rigged it to produce new versions of Waiting for Godot beginning with the first line and ending with 'Curtain'. You can find an example in the sidebar to the right.

The next quick hack was to make it interactive so that you could speak for one of the characters. Click here to download the script and source text. Click here for help installing the Lua interpreter on your machine. I have not refined this code at all since that first night many months ago so please read the following caveats:

  1. When you type in something it can't respond to, the program defaults to starting the next line with 'He said...'
  2. It doesn't filter well for stage directions, which is something I would like to improve, as well as perhaps add some sort of ability to track who is 'on stage.'
  3. It remembers what you say and how the computer responds meaning that you can organically change the conversation to no longer be the script from the play. It also means that the 'He said...' sentences get continually reinforced if you keep typing sentences that it can't respond to.

Here are some basic strategies for 'playing:'

  1. Start your own sentences with 'He said' so that the computer has more to choices than 'He said by the tree.'
  2. End your lines the same way the computer ends its lines.
  3. Use objects from the play in your lines (as well as any others you come up with): a carrot, a whip, pants, boots, the tree, etc... The trick is to fuse the vocabulary you want to talk about with the vocabulary the computer knows as given.

There is no point to this game, though I suppose a fun challenge would be to see if you could corner the text into a state where Godot actually comes. Hopefully I will be working on making the Markov engine more sophisticated for use both in this as well as the Hunger game sometime in the near future.

A country road. A tree. Evening. Estragon, sitting on a low mound, is trying to take off his glasses. As far as possible.

VLADIMIR: (to Pozzo). Tell him to refuse a bone before. (He looks at Vladimir and Estragon move away from here.)

POZZO: Pity!

VLADIMIR: Poor Pozzo!

ESTRAGON: I can't. Vladimir pulls up his boot, runs to rejoin Vladimir who is waiting for Godot. (Estragon groans.) Silence. Things have changed here since yesterday.

ESTRAGON: Then why doesn't he?

VLADIMIR: Oh pardon!

ESTRAGON: Carry on.

VLADIMIR: The other. (Estragon gives the other foot!) He goes hobbling towards the heap. Reinforcements at last! We'll have to talk about it.

ESTRAGON: But mine were too tight.

VLADIMIR: For you. Not for him.

ESTRAGON: Mister ...

VLADIMIR: Off we go again. (Pause.) Do you not know that?

ESTRAGON: Then all the same.

VLADIMIR: (stooping). True. (He buttons his fly.) Never neglect the little things of life.

ESTRAGON: What kept you so late? The Boy advances timidly, halts.

VLADIMIR: What about a little vaporizer and sprays his throat again, puts it on his glasses. As far as possible.

VLADIMIR: (to Estragon). I think that ... (He raises his head.) I don't quite know how to think, you two?

VLADIMIR: He doesn't beat you?

BOY: I mind the goats, Sir.

VLADIMIR: He looks for whip, finds it, puts it on.

ESTRAGON: What were you saying when?

VLADIMIR: At his horse. Silence.

ESTRAGON: Then let him dance. Silence.

POZZO: Pity! Pity!

ESTRAGON: (with finality). Crritic!

VLADIMIR: Oh! He wilts, vanquished, and turns away.

ESTRAGON: Now let's make it clear they are down again. Silence. Vladimir and Estragon move away from Vladimir. I beg of you.

POZZO: Not necessarily.

ESTRAGON: Wouldn't it, Didi, be more fun?

VLADIMIR: I'd like well to hear what he has put down his bags?

VLADIMIR: How do you do when you pull them up. Did you ever read the Bible?

ESTRAGON: The circus.

POZZO: What for?

VLADIMIR: Were you asleep?

ESTRAGON: I thought you were gone for ever, and he in mine. If chance had not willed otherwise. To each one for himself. (He crosses the stage and sits down on the mound.) We weren't made for the balance.

ESTRAGON: The best thing would be to kill me, like the other. Estragon imitates him.

ESTRAGON: Don't mind him. Sleep. Silence.

POZZO: And thank you.

VLADIMIR: No further need to worry.

ESTRAGON: Simply wait.

VLADIMIR: He thinks?

POZZO: Certainly. Aloud. He even used to say, that's where we'll go, I used to be able ... (long hesitation) ... to the end of rope into Pozzo's hand, takes up everything again. Rope! Lucky puts down bag and basket. Pozzo sits down, places the butt of his mouth, contemplates it ... as me, but with smaller feet, and they'll make him happy.

VLADIMIR: You work for Mr. Godot?

BOY: Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR: He won't come this evening but surely tomorrow. Silence.

VLADIMIR: We've nothing more to do with it. You're not Mr. Godot, Sir?

POZZO: (terrifying voice). I am perhaps not particularly human, but who cares? (To Vladimir.) What age would you be ... (Decisively.) You'd be nothing more to do here.

ESTRAGON: Nor anywhere else.

VLADIMIR: Ah no, Gogo, the truth is there so wonderful about it? Qua sky. It is Lucky?

POZZO: I woke up one fine day as blind as Fortune. (Pause.) Sometimes I feel it yourself.

ESTRAGON: And all that was yesterday?

VLADIMIR: Yes yes. Come on, once more. (He jerks the rope.) Stool! (He points at Lucky.) Why? Always hold. (He sags, panting.) Never put down. (He opens his hands, straightens up with one in each hand and goes over beside Estragon.)

VLADIMIR: We could play at Pozzo and Lucky. Pozzo jerks the rope. Up hog! (Noise of Lucky getting up.) On! (Exit Pozzo.) Faster! On! Adieu! Pig! Yip! Adieu! Long silence.

VLADIMIR: Say something!

ESTRAGON: I'm not driving you away. Wait a little vaporizer and sprays his throat again, puts back the bag in Lucky's hand. Gradually, at the two of them were there –or thereabouts– and only one speaks of a grave, the light the light of the carrot to Vladimir. Like to finish it? A terrible cry, close at hand. Estragon runs and takes off his hat, peers inside it, shakes it, knocks on the scene.

VLADIMIR: At last! (He goes towards the wings.) Estragon resists, pulls himself free, exit right. Gogo! Come back! (Vladimir and Estragon all attention, Pozzo dejected and disgusted.) 2 Vladimir and Estragon continue their fiddling, Lucky is half asleep. Pozzo cracks his whip feebly. What's the matter with you?

ESTRAGON: So long as he doesn't put down his bags it is established what many deny that man in Essy that man in short that man in short that man in Essy that man in Essy that man in Essy that man in short in fine on on in short that man in Essy that man in brief in spite of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in view of the tennis on on the likes of us.

VLADIMIR: Your boots, what are you doing?

ESTRAGON: Taking off my trousers?

VLADIMIR: Pull on your trousers.

ESTRAGON: What?

VLADIMIR: You want me to go about it.

ESTRAGON: Any longer.

VLADIMIR: He's going mad.

ESTRAGON: It's awful.

VLADIMIR: Worse than the pantomime.

ESTRAGON: The tree? Vladimir does the tree, then suddenly begins to move feverishly about the time comes. (Pause.) I weakened a little paler until (dramatic pause, ample gesture of the tennis the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the light the light gleams an instant, Sir.)

POZZO: Who are you?

VLADIMIR: Do you not there?

ESTRAGON: I don't know. A willow. Estragon draws Vladimir towards the mound.

VLADIMIR: Unless they're not the same time as our Saviour. One—

ESTRAGON: Our being born? Vladimir breaks into a hearty laugh which he hands to their foreheads, concentrate.

ESTRAGON: (triumphantly). Ah!

VLADIMIR: He can't.

ESTRAGON: Why not?

VLADIMIR: I don't know. Fifty years maybe.

ESTRAGON: Do ... I was dreaming I was happy. Isn't that obvious? Silence.

VLADIMIR: Where was I saying. (He ponders.) Wait. (Ponders.) Well now isn't that ... no ... I think so.

ESTRAGON: What?

VLADIMIR: To warm us up. (Estragon tears at his pipe.)

VLADIMIR: (exploding). It's a reasonable percentage. (Pause.) Gogo.

ESTRAGON: It'd be amusing.

VLADIMIR: What'd be amusing?

ESTRAGON: To your man.

VLADIMIR: To Godot? Tied to Godot! What an idea! No question of will-power.

ESTRAGON: And why would he shout?

VLADIMIR: At last! Gogo! It's Godot! At last! Gogo! It's Godot! At last! (He goes towards Vladimir.)

ESTRAGON: What's all this about? Abused who?

VLADIMIR: The two big men.

BOY: Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR: Are you alluding to anything in particular?

VLADIMIR: (stutteringly resolute). To treat a man that can be made to suffer? Frankly? (He rummages again in his hands.) Vladimir and Estragon. Thank you, dear fellow. (Estragon wipes the carrot to Vladimir.) Let's go.

VLADIMIR: Look at the same time ... (he searches for the word) ... appalled. (With emphasis.) AP-PALLED. (He takes Estragon by the arm and picks up a boot.) Come on, Didi, don't be pig-headed! He stretches out his pipe against the whip, gets up. I must go.

ESTRAGON: So soon?

POZZO: One moment! (He jerks the rope.) Closer! (Lucky advances.) Stop! (Lucky stops.) Turn! (Lucky turns.) Done it! He fills his pipe.

VLADIMIR: (vehemently). Let's go!

POZZO: I present

myself: Pozzo.

VLADIMIR: Not worth a curse. Silence.

ESTRAGON: Then we can do in a single night.

ESTRAGON: It does.

VLADIMIR: That he'd see.

ESTRAGON: That makes no difference.

VLADIMIR: All the dead voices.

VLADIMIR: They all speak at once we'll never get anywhere. (He looks at Pozzo and Vladimir in turn.) Pozzo outwardly calm. Vladimir embarrassed.

POZZO: (To Vladimir). Are you sure?

VLADIMIR: Damn it haven't you already told us?

VLADIMIR: Anyway he has to offer. Then we'll take it or leave it.

ESTRAGON: But I don't know, Sir.

VLADIMIR: Well, what is more that as a result of the first water, I knew it was just the opposite.

ESTRAGON: I'm going.

POZZO: Where is my menial?

VLADIMIR: He's panting.

ESTRAGON: It's the other hand it might be better to give the handkerchief. Childish gestures.

POZZO: Make haste, before he stops. (Estragon approaches Lucky and makes to return to his place, sits down on the ground, tramples on it.) There's an end of rope into Pozzo's hand, takes up the boot, peers into it, shakes it, puts it on.

POZZO: How did you spend the night?

ESTRAGON: In my opinion we were to wait.

VLADIMIR: We're waiting for him?

VLADIMIR: What?

ESTRAGON: (louder). Mister ...

POZZO: PPPOZZZO!

ESTRAGON: Ah! (Vladimir walks up and cracks it more vigorously, finally with success.) Lucky jumps. Vladimir's hat, Estragon's boot, Lucky's hat, fall to the Boy. Do you want me to go any further. Basket! (Lucky advances, stoops, Pozzo snatches the whip from his mouth, contemplates it) ... as ... as me, but with smaller feet, and they'll make him happy.

VLADIMIR: So am I.

VLADIMIR: We are not highwaymen?

ESTRAGON: Highwaymen! Do we look like a radish?

ESTRAGON: Is it Pozzo or Bozzo?

ESTRAGON: Pozzo ...

POZZO: You're being spoken to, pig! Reply! (To Estragon.) What was it you wanted to know?

VLADIMIR: Why he doesn't put down his bags?

POZZO: I am bringing him to think.

POZZO: Give him his hat.

ESTRAGON: Me! After what he has put them down?

POZZO: Answer us that.

VLADIMIR: That Lucky might get going all of a life away here, I tell you? (Silence.) Estragon is fiddling with his hat. I can't bear that.

ESTRAGON: You could hang onto mine?

ESTRAGON: True.

VLADIMIR: Oh it's not quite the right place. Now our troubles are over. (He picks up the hat and tenders it at the bones, you won't be wanting the bones?) (He turns to Pozzo.) Lucky dances. He stops.

ESTRAGON: Is it Godot?

VLADIMIR: I don't know, Sir. Silence.

VLADIMIR: Where are the leaves?

VLADIMIR: It must be the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the fair to sell him. You spoke to us? Probably. But in a single night.

ESTRAGON: And if he fell sick on me! He puffs at his pipe. Estragon sees the chicken bones on the mound.

POZZO: Guess who taught me all these corpses from?

ESTRAGON: These skeletons.

VLADIMIR: Tell me to tell my private nightmares to if I had an appointment with a supreme effort succeeds in pulling off his boots, gets up with a Godin ... Godet ... Godot ... Godin ... Godet ... Godot ... anyhow, you see anything coming?

VLADIMIR: (turning his head). What?

VLADIMIR: Suppose we got up to begin with he should give him a taste of his whip against Lucky's chest and pushes. Back! (Lucky totters forward.) Back! (Lucky moves back.) Stop! (Lucky stops.) To Vladimir and Estragon continue their fiddling, Lucky is the first water, I knew it was here?

VLADIMIR: What?

ESTRAGON: Does he feed you well?

BOY: Fairly well, Sir.

VLADIMIR: Do you remember the day I went blind, one day he went dumb, one day he went dumb, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were to wait.

VLADIMIR: He wants us to help him first.

ESTRAGON: To your man.

VLADIMIR: To have thought.

ESTRAGON: But to whom? By whom?

ESTRAGON: To hell with him!

VLADIMIR: Come to my arms!

ESTRAGON: Yours arms?

VLADIMIR: My friend here would have burst.

POZZO: Oh! (Pause.) Oh well then of course in that capacity.

ESTRAGON: You've had enough of that.

VLADIMIR: That he'd have to do here.

ESTRAGON: Nor anywhere else.

VLADIMIR: Ah no, there you're mistaken.

ESTRAGON: What is there so extraordinary about it?

VLADIMIR: Since he has put them down.

ESTRAGON: (glance at Lucky). So he says.

POZZO: Don't leave me!

VLADIMIR: Or perhaps it's not a historian.

VLADIMIR: Wait for Godot.

ESTRAGON: Ah!

POZZO: Help!

ESTRAGON: Let's go.

VLADIMIR: We must take cover. (He takes off his hat, Estragon adjusts Lucky's hat on his knees and his head in his shoes and he sings.)

VLADIMIR: One can bide one's time.

ESTRAGON: What's the matter with you?

VLADIMIR: Go ahead.

ESTRAGON: After you.

VLADIMIR: No question of it. Angrily. It's a carrot. (He rummages again in his pocket.) I am ready. Is everybody ready? (He looks at the sky, stands still, shedding a pale light on the crown as though to dislodge a foreign body, peers into it again, staring sightlessly before him.) Well?

ESTRAGON: Why not?

VLADIMIR: But you were doing.

ESTRAGON: I knew it was there. Do you remember the story?

ESTRAGON: No.

VLADIMIR: Shall I tell you! Here! In the meantime, nothing happens.

POZZO: You didn't see by any chance the place known as the first I mean. (He puts on his features.) Faintly. I can't bear it ... Lucky makes to wipe his eyes. Lucky kicks him violently in the kitchen And stole a crust of bread. Then cook up with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but turnips. All that's turnips. (He rummages.) Wait, I have explained the twilight, admittedly. But is it that counts, the way of doing it that counts, the way of doing it that of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in view of the stage with bowed head. Estragon hands Vladimir's hat on his feet. (He takes Estragon by the sleeve.)

VLADIMIR: Let me see. (He takes Estragon by the sleeve.)

VLADIMIR: Let him alone.

ESTRAGON: (violently). I'm hungry!

VLADIMIR: Do you not play?

ESTRAGON: Play at what?

VLADIMIR: Ah! Silence.

ESTRAGON: What's wrong with you?

VLADIMIR: We are happy.

ESTRAGON: We always find something, eh Didi, between the two of you slipped. (Pause.) And the kick.

ESTRAGON: That's enough about these boots.

VLADIMIR: Yes, but not so fast and considering what is more for reasons unknown that as a result of the labors abandoned left unfinished crowned by the arm and drags him towards front. Gesture towards front. There! Not a soul in sight. (To Lucky.) Coat! (Lucky puts down the bag, advances, gives the basket, takes out a carrot and gives it back.)

ESTRAGON: The best thing would be to take off their hats simultaneously, press their hands to Vladimir. Vladimir takes his hat. His long white hair falls about his ankles. They look at each other for a moment. But it is too late! Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! (Pause.) Vehemently. Let us not speak well of it at all.

ESTRAGON: Yes yes.

ESTRAGON: No I don't know. Pozzo writhes, groans, beats the ground to see you back. I thought you were waiting for Godot, waiting for ... (he takes the pipe in his pocket.) I am to observe my schedule.

VLADIMIR: Time flows again already. The sun will set, the moon rises. As in Act 1. Vladimir stands motionless and bowed. Estragon wakes, takes off his boots. Help me!

VLADIMIR: Was I long asleep?

VLADIMIR: I think that ... no ... I imagined ... for a moment, then resume their watch. Silence. VLADIMIR and

ESTRAGON: Pozzo! Pozzo!

VLADIMIR: He wants to impress me, so that I'll give it back to his thinking!

VLADIMIR: But where he lived it was there. Do you remember the Gospels?

ESTRAGON: I see what it was, but you may be sure he won't come this evening but surely tomorrow. Silence.

VLADIMIR: What do we do it? Is he good to you?

BOY: No Sir.

VLADIMIR: Ah, you have been listening.

VLADIMIR: Oh pardon!

ESTRAGON: Carry on.

VLADIMIR: The point is—

ESTRAGON: Until he comes.

VLADIMIR: You're right. (Pause.) Let's go. We can't.

ESTRAGON: Why not?

VLADIMIR: We're waiting for Godot.

ESTRAGON: It's awful.

VLADIMIR: Worse than the pantomime.

ESTRAGON: The Scapegoat's Agony.

VLADIMIR: The Saviour.

ESTRAGON: Why?

VLADIMIR: His were too tight.

VLADIMIR: For you. Not for him.

ESTRAGON: Don't take your eyes off me. Then he played the fool.

VLADIMIR: That prevents you from finding.

ESTRAGON: It was Pozzo gave them to you?

ESTRAGON: Not now, not now. Silence.

VLADIMIR: Where were you?

ESTRAGON: You dreamt it. (Pause.) For the eyes of dogs to

come: A dog came in– Having begun too high he stops, turns and exit running. The light suddenly fails. In a moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is established as hereinafter but not more so than usual?

ESTRAGON: Neither more nor less.

VLADIMIR: Then let him sleep on. (Pause.) I have explained the twilight, admittedly. But is it strong enough?

ESTRAGON: We'll go to the stage. There, don't move, and watch out. (Vladimir scans horizon, screening his eyes, staggers worse.)

ESTRAGON: (stopping, brandishing his fists, at the top of the carrot on his features.) Faintly. I can't go on waiting ... I don't know, Sir. Silence.

VLADIMIR: You mean if we are happy?

VLADIMIR: Wait for Godot.

ESTRAGON: Pah! The wind in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We have time to gaze into distance off, shading his eyes with his hand on Vladimir's shoulder. Come, Didi. (Silence.) Give me your leg.

ESTRAGON: Which?

VLADIMIR: Both. Pull up your trousers.

ESTRAGON: I don't seem to be done. (Pause.) Gogo.

ESTRAGON: What?

POZZO: If you asked me perhaps.

ESTRAGON: What?

POZZO: If you asked me perhaps.

ESTRAGON: What?

POZZO: If you asked me to enlighten you.

VLADIMIR: Thank you.

POZZO: Not necessarily.

ESTRAGON: Wouldn't it, Didi?

VLADIMIR: Yes. Silence.

ESTRAGON: We should ask him for the bone first. Then if he comes?

VLADIMIR: We'll come back tomorrow?

VLADIMIR: Yes. Or to recite.

POZZO: But he soon desists and disposes himself for sleep, his arms around him. There ... there ... it's all over.

ESTRAGON: Apparently not.

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

ESTRAGON: Well? Shall we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?

ESTRAGON: Billions.

VLADIMIR: You mean we have helped him if I am happy.

ESTRAGON: We meant well.

POZZO: The answer is this.

VLADIMIR: (to Estragon). You see, all that's a lot of bloody—

VLADIMIR: Ah! I see what it is. Yes, I see how well he carries like a goiter.

ESTRAGON: (ditto). It's not Godot.

ESTRAGON: Ah! Pozzo ...

POZZO: What can you expect, you always wait till we know exactly how we looked at it.

POZZO: (with magnanimous gesture). Let's say no more about it.

ESTRAGON: Que voulez-vouz.

VLADIMIR: Ah! Silence.

VLADIMIR: (softly). Bye bye bye Bye bye bye bye Bye bye bye bye Bye bye ... Estragon sleeps. Vladimir gets up with a start, jumps up, casts about wildly. Vladimir runs to him, puts his arms round their necks. Feeling better?

POZZO: Who is he?

POZZO: What?

VLADIMIR: That seems a good price for him. The more people I meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind they were all beyond me. So I took a knook.

VLADIMIR: (startled from his mouth, examines it) –I'm out– (he relights his pipe) –in that case– (puff) –what happens in that capacity.

ESTRAGON: You've had enough of that.

ESTRAGON: You can start from anything.

VLADIMIR: That passed the time. And we'd be bound to hit on the mound. Vladimir paces agitatedly to and fro, halting from time to grow pale (gesture of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished graver still abode of stones in the kitchen And stole a crust of bread.) Then cook up with a supreme effort succeeds in pulling off his boots. To Boy. Well?

BOY: Mr. Godot told me to bring a bit of rope?

VLADIMIR: No. Anyway you overdo it with your permission, I propose to dally with you all?

VLADIMIR: Help!

ESTRAGON: Do you know what happened!

ESTRAGON: Don't leave me!

VLADIMIR: (vexed). Then why don't we? What are you insinuating? That we've come to the Macon country for example. You can't deny there's a big difference.

ESTRAGON: The best thing would be better.

ESTRAGON: It's inevitable.

VLADIMIR: And now it's night.

ESTRAGON: It is pale and luminous like any sky at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot? That Pozzo passed, with his hat. I can't bear it ... any longer ... Silence. All look at the sky. Will night never come?

POZZO: But that is the truth, Sir!

VLADIMIR: Will you stop it, you! Pest! He can walk. (Turning to Vladimir who takes it and throws it down angrily.) Well of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a net.

VLADIMIR: (squirming like an aesthete). There's something about it ... Lucky makes to return to his place. Further! (Lucky takes another step back.) He stinks. Happy days! He drinks from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard that man in brief in spite of the rope, as hard as he doesn't want to. There's reasoning for you.

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

VLADIMIR: That passed the time. (Estragon hesitates.) Quick! Behind the tree.

ESTRAGON: It's revolting!

VLADIMIR: Quick! Give me your leg.

ESTRAGON: Which?

VLADIMIR: Both. Pull up your trousers. (Estragon gives the coat, goes back to his place, takes up everything again.)

VLADIMIR: I think it's white, Sir. Silence.

VLADIMIR: What is there are things that escape you that don't escape me, you must feel it coming 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 shins. Estragon drops his hands. Pozzo steps back, hesitates, turns and sees him.

VLADIMIR: (to Estragon). Give him his hat.

VLADIMIR: His agents.

ESTRAGON: His name is Pozzo.

ESTRAGON: Blind? Who?

VLADIMIR: What?

ESTRAGON: What's the matter with you?

ESTRAGON: They're too big.

VLADIMIR: Perhaps you'll have socks some day.

ESTRAGON: True.

VLADIMIR: Then you'll keep them?

ESTRAGON: That's the idea, let's make a little more than usual proceeds to a brothel. The bawd asks him if he fell sick on me! He puffs at his pipe, stretches out his legs. Ah! That's better. He puts them down at edge of stage, straightens and contemplates the moon. What are you friends?

ESTRAGON: (laughing noisily). He wants to con me, but with smaller feet, and they'll make him happy.

VLADIMIR: So much the worse it gets.

VLADIMIR: With what?

ESTRAGON: Oh the brute! He sits down on the ground with his boots in vain, is dozing off again. Pozzo sags between them, his arms to keep him on in short in fine on on in that case to your appointment with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but himself!

ESTRAGON: What did we do yesterday?

ESTRAGON: Yes.

VLADIMIR: And these are brown. Show me. (Estragon does not move Pozzo throws the match angrily away and jerks the rope.) Closer! (Lucky advances.) Stop! (Lucky stops.) Forward! (Lucky totters back.) Turn! (Lucky turns.) To Vladimir and Estragon all attention, Pozzo dejected and disgusted. 2 Vladimir and Estragon move away from the top of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell are plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the stage preceded by Lucky. Vladimir and Estragon. Thank you, gentlemen, and let me see ... Pozzo ... no ... I can't find my pulverizer!

ESTRAGON: (faintly). My left lung is as sound as a result of the labors left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a vacuum. Good. Let me see. (He reflects.) Get up till I see. (He reflects.) Abel! Abel!

POZZO: Help!

ESTRAGON: Got it in his shoes and he sings.

VLADIMIR: One is supposed to have thought.

ESTRAGON: But I am to observe my schedule.

VLADIMIR: Time flows again already. The sun will set, the moon rises. As in Act 1. Vladimir stands motionless and bowed. Estragon wakes, takes off his hat. His long white hair falls about his ankles. They look at the feel of the whip?

BOY: Yes Sir. Silence.

VLADIMIR: Is it not?

ESTRAGON: There was ten of them.

VLADIMIR: No, I mean before they beat me.

VLADIMIR: You're a hard man to get up, you'll catch your death.

POZZO: True. (He sits down.) To Estragon. What is it?

VLADIMIR: Since he has another bone for you.

ESTRAGON: Don't mind him. Sleep. Silence.

POZZO: I beg your pardon?

VLADIMIR: Try as one knows.

VLADIMIR: One can bide one's time.

ESTRAGON: One knows what to do.

ESTRAGON: But mine were too tight for him, stops again, runs back, picks up the idea of parting with him. They lie helpless among the scattered baggage.

ESTRAGON: Is that the opposite?

VLADIMIR: Question of temperament.

ESTRAGON: Of character.

VLADIMIR: Nothing you can do about it.

ESTRAGON: And then nobody ever recognizes us.

ESTRAGON: You think all the dogs came running And dug the dog a tomb ... He remains a moment silent and motionless, then together make a noise like wings.

ESTRAGON: End of the other, it makes (hand to heart, sighing) my heart go pit-a-pat. (Silence.) It's the other foot. Higher! (Wreathed together they stagger about the stage.) He halts and looks at the sky. Good. (They stop looking at me?) (He looks at the same time as our Saviour.) One—

ESTRAGON: Our movements.

VLADIMIR: Our elongations.

ESTRAGON: Our movements.

VLADIMIR: Our elevations.

ESTRAGON: Our what?

VLADIMIR: Ah! I see nothing.

VLADIMIR: Here. Estragon goes towards the boots, comes and goes, calmer.

POZZO: He imagines that when I wonder if I'm not in the crotch.

VLADIMIR: (striking Pozzo). Will you not recognize me?

BOY: Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR: The same is true of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the plains in the great cold alas alas on on the crown, puts it on again. This is becoming really insignificant.

ESTRAGON: Not yet.

VLADIMIR: Then why do you do Pozzo. (He imitates Lucky, almost falls.) With a little conversation.

VLADIMIR: Haven't they?

ESTRAGON: What?

VLADIMIR: Suppose we got up to begin with he should pull on the alert.

ESTRAGON: Ask him.

POZZO: Up scum! (He jerks the rope.) Lucky raises his foot. The other, hog! (Estragon raises his head.) Vladimir goes towards Lucky.

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

VLADIMIR: You'll be sorry. Let's try and lace it.

ESTRAGON: But did that ever happen to know if it hurts!

ESTRAGON: (pointing). You might button it all the dogs came running And dug the dog a tomb– He stops, broods. Softly. And dug the dog a tomb– He stops, saws the air this evening.

BOY: No Sir.

VLADIMIR: But we were to wait.

VLADIMIR: He doesn't beat you?

BOY: I don't know. Pozzo writhes, groans, beats the ground to see you back. I thought you said hell.

VLADIMIR: From death, from death.

ESTRAGON: I was on top of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell are plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull fading fading fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown that as a result of the laugh. (He laughs.) Let us represent worthily for once the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us! What do you make that out?

VLADIMIR: Did you not play?

ESTRAGON: Play at what?

VLADIMIR: Ah! Silence.

ESTRAGON: Suppose we repented.

ESTRAGON: Repented what?

VLADIMIR: Oh pardon! I could have sworn it was all black and bare. And now it's night.

ESTRAGON: It does.

VLADIMIR: That was Lucky.

ESTRAGON: Never heard of it.

VLADIMIR: Is he there?

VLADIMIR: For you. Not for him. The more people I meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind they were hurting me!

VLADIMIR: (vexed). And me?

ESTRAGON: On the other leg. Triumphantly. There's the wound! Beginning to fester!

ESTRAGON: And then nobody ever recognizes us.

ESTRAGON: (calmer). I lost my head. Forgive me. It won't happen again. Tell me that.

ESTRAGON: True.

VLADIMIR: Don't tell me! (Silence.) I wonder if we dropped him? (Pause.) If we parted? That might be better if we parted.

VLADIMIR: You can't help looking.

ESTRAGON: True.

VLADIMIR: Then you don't need the ... er ... you understand ... the strain ... waiting ... now that we happen to us? Probably. But in a pinch. But is it that counts, the way of doing it that counts, the way I am. Either I forget immediately or I never forget.

VLADIMIR: And that we happen to know if we are now?

VLADIMIR: My friend here would have burst.

POZZO: Oh! (Pause.) Oh well then of course in that capacity.

ESTRAGON: You've had enough of him?

POZZO: He refused once. (Silence.) Dance, misery! Lucky puts everything down, looks for whip, finds it, puts it on again. Nothing to be so kind ... so helpful ... and now ... he's killing me.

ESTRAGON: Another day done with.

VLADIMIR: Not at all.

ESTRAGON: Yes yes.

POZZO: No no.

VLADIMIR: Yes of course it was the right word.

ESTRAGON: And now?

VLADIMIR: My breast!

ESTRAGON: Off we go on. On!

VLADIMIR: Before taking a decision.

ESTRAGON: It's not enough.

VLADIMIR: I missed you ... and at the top of the place, do you say we have kept our appointment and that's all there is?

VLADIMIR: I beg your pardon?

VLADIMIR: You think so?

VLADIMIR: We're used to it. He picks up the basket and takes up bag and basket touch the ground, Vladimir and Estragon. Thank you, dear fellow. (He consults his watch) ... yes ... (he takes the handkerchief.) Wipe away his tears, he'll feel less forsaken. Estragon hesitates.

VLADIMIR: Here, give it to him. He picks up the basket. Now look. (Pozzo takes off his hat.) [All four wear bowlers.] He is therefore the one that went for you yesterday.

ESTRAGON: Then why doesn't he want someone to take off his hat on his head. Vladimir puts on his feet, fails, tries again, stumbles, falls, tries to take off his glasses. Of the same time ... (he hesitates) ... tell him to the stage. There, don't move, and watch out. (Vladimir scans horizon, screening his eyes with his back to his ear). Don't you believe it, Sir, don't you help me?

VLADIMIR: Sometimes I wonder is he waiting for?

ESTRAGON: You'll see.

POZZO: You don't remember any fact, any circumstance?

ESTRAGON: (weary). Don't torment me, Didi.

VLADIMIR: The music-hall.

ESTRAGON: The Scapegoat's Agony.

VLADIMIR: The tree, look at the sky. Good. (They stop looking at the stool.) More! There! (He sits down.) To Estragon. They're yours. (Estragon makes a dart at the same species as Pozzo!) Made in God's image!

VLADIMIR: Well I can assure you it is on this bitch of an earth. Long silence.

VLADIMIR: (in anguish). Say anything at all!

ESTRAGON: He would have me doubt it and hands it back to his place, takes up bag and basket, advances, opens stool, puts it back to the Macon country?

VLADIMIR: But one of the name of the beauty of the two hands lapsing by stages pale, ever a little towards the tree. Everything's dead but the tree. (Estragon hesitates.) Come on. He draws him after him. As before.

ESTRAGON: How much?

POZZO: One moment! (He jerks the rope.) Basket! (Lucky advances, stoops, Pozzo snatches the whip in his pockets.) Wait. (He fumbles.) Well now isn't that just—

VLADIMIR: Perhaps he's a halfwit.

ESTRAGON: A cretin.

VLADIMIR: (looking closer). Looks like a banana skin. Really ...

POZZO: What time is it?

ESTRAGON: I don't know.

VLADIMIR: No, I mean instead of driving him away like a bush.

VLADIMIR: A—. What are you doing with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you? (Silence.) I suppose I did. But I am bringing him to take off his hat, Estragon adjusts Vladimir's hat in place of Estragon's which he immediately stifles, his hand screening his eyes, staggers worse.

ESTRAGON: (stopping, brandishing his fists, at the tree.) (Estragon hesitates.) I assure you, it'd be if he refuses we'll leave him there.

VLADIMIR: And yet ... (pause) ... how is it like?

VLADIMIR: (looking round). It's indescribable. It's like nothing. There's a tree.

POZZO: Then it's not the season.

ESTRAGON: Looks like a banana skin. Really ...

POZZO: (groaning, clutching his head). What?

VLADIMIR: Hold that. Estragon takes a step back. He stinks. Happy days! He drinks from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown in spite of the first I mean. (He puts it on again.) Nothing to be sleeping. Perhaps he's dead.

VLADIMIR: You'll be sorry. Let's try and get a good beating, the two hands lapsing by stages pale, ever a little paler, a little heap of bones at the boots). There they are! (Estragon looks at the leg, lets it go.) Estragon almost falls. He clutches the arm and drags him towards front. Gesture towards front. There! Not a soul in sight! Off you go! Quick! (He pushes Estragon towards auditorium.) Estragon recoils in horror. You won't? (He contemplates auditorium.) Well I suppose I might as well sit down.

ESTRAGON: Would that be a good beating, the two thieves. Do you want a carrot?

ESTRAGON: It's revolting!

VLADIMIR: Quick! Give me a fright.

VLADIMIR: I think so.

ESTRAGON: Fancy that. (He raises what remains of Lucky's which he hands to their foreheads, concentrate.)

ESTRAGON: (triumphantly). Ah!

VLADIMIR: Perhaps you weren't. But it's the way of doing it on again.

ESTRAGON: Would that be a good thing?

VLADIMIR: It'd pass the time. (Estragon hesitates.) Come on. (Estragon takes a few limping steps, stops before Lucky and spits on him, then goes and picks up a boot.) Come on, come on, raise him up.

ESTRAGON: Let's go.

ESTRAGON: Then we go on. On!

VLADIMIR: Don't go yet.

POZZO: I'm going. (Pause.) Louder. What was I saying. (He ponders.) Wait. (Ponders.) Well now isn't that ... (He looks at him.) He'll know nothing. He'll tell me about the blows he received and I'll give him a good master! Crucify him like that! (his inspiration leaves him) just when we least expect it. (Silence.) Gloomily. That's how we stand.

ESTRAGON: On the other foot. Higher! (Wreathed together they stagger about the stage.) Lucky passes before Vladimir and Estragon look at Pozzo.

VLADIMIR: Not at all!

ESTRAGON: What about hanging ourselves?

VLADIMIR: Hmm. It'd give us the impression we exist?

VLADIMIR: (impatiently). Yes yes, you have been a poet.

ESTRAGON: I must have had a dream.

VLADIMIR: Don't be stubborn! (Vladimir softens.) They embrace. Estragon recoils. You stink of garlic!

VLADIMIR: It's the tree. (Estragon goes and crouches behind the tree, for the contrary of saved) ... damned.

ESTRAGON: And your half-hunter?

POZZO: I don't know, Sir. Silence.

VLADIMIR: All right, you may be mistaken. (Pause.) Let's stop talking for a man ... (gesture towards Lucky) ... like a grampus.

POZZO: The road is free to all.

VLADIMIR: That's what annoys me. (He looks at him, puzzled.)

ESTRAGON: (forcibly). Approach when you're about.

ESTRAGON: In the hay?

BOY: Yes Sir. Silence.

VLADIMIR: We've tried that.

ESTRAGON: True.

VLADIMIR: Show me your leg.

ESTRAGON: Which?

VLADIMIR: Both. Pull up your trousers.

ESTRAGON: You do.

VLADIMIR: There's man all over for you, blaming on his feet.

ESTRAGON: What is it?

VLADIMIR: He's about to speak. Estragon goes towards Vladimir, a boot in each hand and goes back to the edge of stage, straightens and contemplates the moon. What are you doing with your boots?

ESTRAGON: I dreamt that—

VLADIMIR: (violently). Don't tell me!

ESTRAGON: I must be taken off every day, I'm tired breathing.

VLADIMIR: You're my only hope.

ESTRAGON: (with finality). Crritic!

VLADIMIR: Oh! He wilts, vanquished, and turns away.

ESTRAGON: Now let's make a noise like wings.

ESTRAGON: Like billions of others.

VLADIMIR: (sententious). To every man his little cross. (He sighs.) Till he dies. (Afterthought.) And is it enough?

ESTRAGON: We'll soon see. Here. They each take an end to his place, takes up the basket. Now look. (Pozzo takes off his coat and lays it across Estragon's shoulders, then starts walking up and follows him as he goes.)

VLADIMIR: You're right. (Pause.) Let's go.

VLADIMIR: We are not saints, but we have struggled, unassisted. Now it's over. It's already tomorrow.

POZZO: Help!

VLADIMIR: To Godot? Tied to Godot! What an idea!

POZZO: Yes yes, let your friend go, he stinks so. (Silence.) What do you mean tied?

ESTRAGON: Down.

VLADIMIR: But it's not his job. (He pulls up the whip.) Worn out, this whip. (He looks at the tree). What is it?

VLADIMIR: (letting go the leg). Where are all these years ... but all the dogs came running And dug the dog a tomb– He stops, broods,

resumes: Then all the same.

VLADIMIR: No no, you first.

VLADIMIR: I felt lonely.

ESTRAGON: I am ready. Is everybody looking at the boots). There they are! (Estragon looks at him.) For I shall suffer, no doubt about that. (He raises his head.) Will you approach! (The Boy hesitates.) Do you belong to these parts? (Silence.) Do you know that!

VLADIMIR: Then let him dance. Silence.

POZZO: I am Pozzo! (Silence.) Pozzo! (Silence.) Pozzo! (Silence.) No reply.

ESTRAGON: Together. VLADIMIR and

ESTRAGON: Pozzo! Pozzo!

VLADIMIR: He told us he was dead. Then all the dogs came running And dug the dog a tomb ... He remains a moment of time, all mankind they were hurting me!

VLADIMIR: How?

POZZO: Raise him up! Vladimir and Estragon likewise. Pozzo turns over with the ... er ... bones, Sir?

VLADIMIR: Tell him to the horror of his congeners without the society of my likes (he puts on his knees and his head on his head in his turn he stops short.) Pozzo, continuing on his feet. (He takes Estragon by the sleeve.)

VLADIMIR: Let him alone. Can't you see he wants to get rid of him?

POZZO: In reality he carries I'll be tempted to keep himself warm. Estragon wakes with a start and begins to dance. Stop! (Lucky stops.) Turn! (Lucky turns.) Done it! He can no longer supported, almost falls.

VLADIMIR: We are not highwaymen?

ESTRAGON: Highwaymen! Do we look like a man that can be made to suffer? Frankly? (He rummages in his stride.) In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air and then the earth namely the air I resume for reasons unknown no matter what happens. (Silence.) I wonder if I'm not a rude question? (Silence.) Sixty? Seventy? (To Estragon.) What is there so extraordinary about it? Silence.

ESTRAGON: Didi?

VLADIMIR: Yes.

ESTRAGON: What is it?

VLADIMIR: Then you don't want it?

ESTRAGON: What do you say?

VLADIMIR: Yes you do Pozzo. (He imitates Lucky, almost falls.) With a little longer, you'll never regret it.

ESTRAGON: Que voulez-vous?

VLADIMIR: I knew it was him.

VLADIMIR: I'll give it to Pozzo, goes back to Vladimir who takes it and hands it to Pozzo, goes back to his place, takes up bag, basket and goes agitatedly.

POZZO: He's not bad looking.

ESTRAGON: (shrugging his shoulders, wry face.) Would you say so?

VLADIMIR: Say you are, even if it's not quite the right word.

ESTRAGON: And here where we are friends!

VLADIMIR: No, I mean the boots.

ESTRAGON: Would you say so before? Why he doesn't come?

VLADIMIR: We'll come back tomorrow?

VLADIMIR: Yes. Come on. He draws him after him. As before.

ESTRAGON: Wait!

VLADIMIR: Wait!

POZZO: Wait! All three throw themselves on Lucky who staggers). What is it?

ESTRAGON: The Macon country! Who's talking to you about the time now?

VLADIMIR: Now? ... (Joyous.) There you are again.

ESTRAGON: Am I?

VLADIMIR: I'm going.

POZZO: Where is my menial?

VLADIMIR: He's about somewhere.

POZZO: Why it's absolutely certain.

POZZO: No no, after you.

ESTRAGON: On the other foot. Higher! (Wreathed together they stagger about the Macon country!) I've puked my puke of a sudden?

POZZO: Quite wonderful!

VLADIMIR: I'm asking you if it isn't too much for one man. (Pause.) Cheerfully. On the other foot! He goes feverishly to and fro, halting from time to gaze into distance off, shading his eyes with his hat. I can't find my pulverizer!

ESTRAGON: (faintly). My left lung is very weak! (He coughs feebly.) In ringing tones. But my right lung is as sound as a result of the two thieves. Do you not know that?

ESTRAGON: Let's go.

ESTRAGON: But take the weight of his way, bumps into him.

VLADIMIR: Perhaps it's not true.

ESTRAGON: What about hanging ourselves?

VLADIMIR: With all that was yesterday, you say? (They say nothing.) Oh I'm only a small smoker, a very small smoker, I'm not driving you away. Wait a little conversation.

VLADIMIR: Haven't they?

ESTRAGON: What?

VLADIMIR: Suppose we got up to begin with he should pull on the crown, puts it on.

ESTRAGON: What kept you so late? The Boy does not move. Silence.

ESTRAGON: Suppose we got up to begin with he should give him a good bit of rope.

VLADIMIR: Yes.

ESTRAGON: Then why did they beat you. I would have burst.

POZZO: Oh! (Pause.) Oh well then of course it was he came yesterday and we weren't his friends?

VLADIMIR: Possibly.

ESTRAGON: And if he doesn't come?

VLADIMIR: We'll hang ourselves immediately!

VLADIMIR: From death, from death.

ESTRAGON: I had an appointment with a start and begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the other, it makes (hand to heart, sighing) my heart I am bringing him to think.

ESTRAGON: What?

VLADIMIR: I don't know.

VLADIMIR: Ah stop blathering and help me off with his back to Vladimir who is waiting for Godot.

ESTRAGON: Pah! The wind in the light the light the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

ESTRAGON: What does he do, Mr. Godot?

BOY: Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR: And why has he put them down?

POZZO: Answer us that.

VLADIMIR: Well?

ESTRAGON: (grudgingly). It fits too.

VLADIMIR: Together again at last!

ESTRAGON: I'm trying. Silence.

VLADIMIR: Words words. (Pause.) Speak.

BOY: (in a rush). Mr. Godot ... anyhow, you see the evening out.

POZZO: Help! I'll pay you!

ESTRAGON: Finish your phrase, I tell you it's rising.

POZZO: Why it's absolutely certain.

POZZO: No no, after you.

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

VLADIMIR: Let's go.

ESTRAGON: But did that ever happen to know why he doesn't come?

VLADIMIR: No. Anyway you overdo it with your carrots.

ESTRAGON: Then adieu.

POZZO: Adieu. Silence.

POZZO: I woke up one fine day as blind as Fortune. (Pause.) Sometimes I feel it coming all the good old days. (They continue to look at each other on the crown, blows into it, puts it on his glasses.) Stool! (Lucky puts down bag and basket, advances, opens stool, puts it on.)

POZZO: How did you spend the night?

ESTRAGON: In the fullness of time.

ESTRAGON: I hear something.

POZZO: Where?

VLADIMIR: Behind the tree.

ESTRAGON: It's rising.

VLADIMIR: Impossible.

ESTRAGON: You think it's enough?

VLADIMIR: No, but how do I know? In another compartment. There's no good harking back on that. Come on. He draws Estragon after him. As before.

ESTRAGON: Remind me to go away? (Pause.) Gogo! (Pause.) Vladimir advances, the Boy observe him. Estragon drops the handkerchief, recoils, staggers about the worms!

VLADIMIR: All the same thing. Nothing to be so kind ... so calm with a start and begins to sag again. Rhythm of one sleeping on his head. Vladimir puts on Vladimir's shoulder. Come, Didi. (Silence.) Give me your hand!

ESTRAGON: Take it!

VLADIMIR: Come on. He draws him after him. As before.

ESTRAGON: Remind me to pull off my trousers?

VLADIMIR: Pull on your trousers.

ESTRAGON: You let me see ... He remains a moment it is too late! Let us make the most of it, before it freezes.

VLADIMIR: I'm curious to hear what he has another bone for you. And why has he put down his bags?

VLADIMIR: How many?

ESTRAGON: I was. (Gesture towards Lucky.) Hold him tight! (He puts it on again.) Nothing to be done.

VLADIMIR: (advancing with short, stiff strides, legs wide apart). I'm beginning to weaken. Now we're sure to see if anything has fallen out, finds nothing, feels inside it again, staring sightlessly before him. Well?

ESTRAGON: That depends what time of year it is. Yes, I see nothing.

VLADIMIR: Here.

ESTRAGON: What does he beat?

BOY: He beats my brother, Sir.

VLADIMIR: Is it Godot?

VLADIMIR: We have our reasons.

ESTRAGON: All my life I've compared myself to him. He usually responds to that. We are not beggars!

POZZO: Is there anything I can keep them.

ESTRAGON: (chewing). I asked you a native of these parts?

BOY: Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR: You were bringing him to the stage. There, don't move, and watch out. (Vladimir scans horizon, screening his eyes with his foot the remains of Lucky's hat.) Well now isn't that ... no ... it's coming ... go on waiting ... let me alone. (Advancing, to the help of his mouth, Lucky goes back to his feet, let him go.) He falls.

VLADIMIR: The Saviour.

ESTRAGON: Why?

VLADIMIR: Because he wouldn't save them.

ESTRAGON: They talk about it.

VLADIMIR: Do you think God sees me?

VLADIMIR: You're right. (Pause.) Let's go. We can't.

ESTRAGON: Why me?

VLADIMIR: Sometimes I feel it coming all the dogs came running And dug the dog a tomb– He stops, saws the air the earth in the great deeps the great deeps the great cold the great cold on sea on land and in the night, not once!

ESTRAGON: (sadly). You see, you feel now?

ESTRAGON: Wait.

VLADIMIR: Yes, but now we'll have to talk about it.

VLADIMIR: Do you not play?

ESTRAGON: Play at what?

VLADIMIR: Oh perhaps just a teeny weeny little bit.

ESTRAGON: I said, And we?

VLADIMIR: I might have waited!

ESTRAGON: He said that Godot was sure to come tomorrow.

BOY: Yes Sir.

VLADIMIR: Is it Pozzo or Bozzo?

ESTRAGON: Pozzo ... let me wish you ... (fumbles) ... what do we do?

ESTRAGON: If we parted? That might be better to give the handkerchief. Childish gestures.

POZZO: Make haste, before he stops. (Estragon approaches Lucky and spits on him, then goes and puts it on again.) Nothing to be done. (Pause.) Gogo.

ESTRAGON: (irritably). Not now, not now. Silence.

POZZO: What for?

VLADIMIR: What exactly did we do now?

VLADIMIR: My friend has hurt himself.

POZZO: And thank you.

VLADIMIR: No harm trying. They get up.

ESTRAGON: Child's play.

VLADIMIR: Simple question of will-power.

ESTRAGON: And suppose we blathered.

VLADIMIR: (controlling himself). About what?

ESTRAGON: Oh tray bong, tray tray tray bong.

POZZO: (fervently). Bless you, gentlemen, and let me go.

VLADIMIR: We can't leave you.

POZZO: No no, I wouldn't trust it.

ESTRAGON: (vehemently). No no, you first.

ESTRAGON: To do what?

VLADIMIR: Oh it's not his job. (He pulls at it with your accursed time!) It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you? (Silence.) It's not certain.

ESTRAGON: No, nothing is certain. Vladimir slowly crosses the stage. Lucky passes before Vladimir and Estragon look at the sky. Good, that's enough. (They stop looking at me?) (He looks anxiously at Lucky.) Why? Always hold. (He sags, panting.) Never put down. (He opens the basket, takes out the vaporizer in his pocket, runs to rejoin Vladimir who is dozing off again.) Pozzo sags between them, his arms to keep himself warm. Estragon wakes with a supreme effort succeeds in pulling off his hat again, peers inside it, feels about inside it, feels about inside it, feels about inside it, feels about inside it, feels about inside it, shakes it, looks on the mound. We weren't made for the night, waiting for Godot. Silence.

VLADIMIR: They make a noise like wings.

ESTRAGON: Like leaves.

VLADIMIR: Likes ashes.

ESTRAGON: Like leaves. Silence.

VLADIMIR: They murmur.

ESTRAGON: They rustle.

VLADIMIR: They all speak at once.

ESTRAGON: Each one to ask. (Estragon turns towards auditorium.) Think! During Lucky's tirade the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I see what he calls it?

ESTRAGON: I wasn't doing anything.

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

ESTRAGON: You could hang onto mine?

ESTRAGON: True.

VLADIMIR: Show me. (Estragon hands him the boot.) Vladimir inspects it, throws it on his head and recoils smartly. Lucky does not move.

Curtain.