( They look at the tree.) Do you see any others? ( He turns to Vladimir.) Let's go.ĮSTRAGON: ( despairingly). ( He turns, advances to front, halts facing auditorium.) Inspiring prospects.

Estragon moves to center, halts with his back to auditorium. Vladimir watches him, then goes and picks up the boot, peers into it, drops it hastily. He rises painfully, goes limping to extreme left, halts, gazes into distance off with his hand screening his eyes, turns, goes to extreme right, gazes into distance. It's the only version they know.ĮSTRAGON: People are bloody ignorant apes. And only one speaks of a thief being saved. VLADIMIR: But one of the four says that one of the two was saved.ĮSTRAGON: Well? They don't agree and that's all there is to it. VLADIMIR: Then the two of them must have been damned. Of the other three, two don't mention any thieves at all and the third says that both of them abused him.ĮSTRAGON: What's all this about? Abused who? I find this really most extraordinarily interesting. ( Pause.) Come on, Gogo, return the ball, can't you, once in a way?ĮSTRAGON: ( with exaggerated enthusiasm). The four of them were there –or thereabouts– and only one speaks of a thief being saved. 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. ( he searches for the contrary of saved). One is supposed to have been saved and the other. ( Pause.) Two thieves, crucified at the same time as our Saviour. ( Gesture towards his rags.) Isn't that obvious? That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. ( He reflects.) I must have taken a look at it.ĮSTRAGON: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. ( He smiles suddenly from ear to ear, keeps smiling, ceases as suddenly.) It's not the same thing. VLADIMIR: One daren't even laugh any more.

Vladimir breaks into a hearty laugh which he immediately stifles, his hand pressed to his pubis, his face contorted. ( He reflects.) We wouldn't have to go into the details. Vladimir deep in thought, Estragon pulling at his toes.) One of the thieves was saved. ( He takes off his hat again, peers inside it, feels about inside it, knocks on the crown, blows into it, puts it on again.) This is getting alarming. VLADIMIR: There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet. He peers inside it, feels about inside it, turns it upside down, shakes it, looks on the ground to see if anything has fallen out, finds nothing, feels inside it again, staring sightlessly before him.) Well?ĮSTRAGON: ( examining his foot). ( Estragon with a supreme effort succeeds in pulling off his boot. ( He knocks on the crown as though to dislodge a foreign body, peers into it again, puts it on again.) Nothing to be done. ( He takes off his hat again, peers inside it.) Funny. ( He takes off his hat, peers inside it, feels about inside it, shakes it, puts it on again.) How shall I say? Relieved and at the same time. VLADIMIR: Sometimes I feel it coming all the same. ( He meditates.) Hope deferred maketh the something sick, who said that? ( He buttons his fly.) Never neglect the little things of life.ĮSTRAGON: What do you expect, you always wait till the last moment. Hurts! He wants to know if it hurts!ĮSTRAGON: ( pointing). I'd like to hear what you'd say if you had what I have. Why don't you listen to me?ĮSTRAGON: ( angrily). VLADIMIR: Boots must be taken off every day, I'm tired telling you that. ( Estragon tears at his boot.) What are you doing?ĮSTRAGON: Taking off my boot. VLADIMIR: Hand in hand from the top of the Eiffel Tower, among the first. We should have thought of it a million years ago, in the nineties.ĮSTRAGON: Ah stop blathering and help me off with this bloody thing. Cheerfully.) On the other hand what's the good of losing heart now, that's what I say. ( Decisively.) You'd be nothing more than a little heap of bones at the present minute, no doubt about it. Over there.ĮSTRAGON: Beat me? Certainly they beat me. A ditch! Where?ĮSTRAGON: ( without gesture). May one inquire where His Highness spent the night? But how? ( He reflects.) Get up till I embrace you.ĮSTRAGON: ( irritably). VLADIMIR: Together again at last! We'll have to celebrate this. Turning to Estragon.) So there you are again. All my life I've tried to put it from me, saying Vladimir, be reasonable, you haven't yet tried everything. I'm beginning to come round to that opinion. VLADIMIR: ( advancing with short, stiff strides, legs wide apart). Image from He gives up, exhausted, rests, tries again.Įnter Vladimir. Estragon, sitting on a low mound, is trying to take off his boot.

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