Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett

Feeling better?
     
    POZZO:
Who are you?
     
    VLADIMIR:
Do you not recognize us?
     
    POZZO:
I am blind.
Silence.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Perhaps he can see into the future.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Since when?
     
    POZZO:
I used to have wonderful sight� but are you friends?
     
    ESTRAGON:
(laughing noisily). He wants to know if we are friends!
     
    VLADIMIR:
No, he means friends of his.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Well?
     
    VLADIMIR:
We've proved we are, by helping him.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Exactly. Would we have helped him if we weren't his friends?
     
    VLADIMIR:
Possibly.
     
    ESTRAGON:
True.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Don't let's quibble about that now.
     
    POZZO:
You are not highwaymen?
     
    ESTRAGON:
Highwaymen! Do we look like highwaymen?
     
    VLADIMIR:
Damn it can't you see the man is blind!
     
    ESTRAGON:
Damn it so he is. (Pause.) So he says.
     
    POZZO:
Don't leave me!
     
    VLADIMIR:
No question of it.
     
    ESTRAGON:
For the moment.
     
    POZZO:
What time is it?
     
    VLADIMIR:
(inspecting the sky). Seven o'clock . . . eight o'clock . . .
     
    ESTRAGON:
That depends what time of year it is.
     
    POZZO:
Is it evening?
Silence. Vladimir and Estragon scrutinize the sunset.
     
    ESTRAGON:
It's rising.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Impossible.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Perhaps it's the dawn.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Don't be a fool. It's the west over there.
     
    ESTRAGON:
How do you know?
     
    POZZO:
(anguished). Is is evening?
     
    VLADIMIR:
Anyway, it hasn't moved.
     
    ESTRAGON:
I tell you it's rising.
     
    POZZO:
Why don't you answer me?
     
    ESTRAGON:
Give us a chance.
     
    VLADIMIR:
(reassuring). 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. (Pause.) How do you feel now?
     
    ESTRAGON:
How much longer are we to cart him around? (They half release him, catch
him again as he falls.) We are not caryatids!
     
    VLADIMIR:
You were saying your sight used to be good, if I heard you right.
     
    POZZO:
Wonderful! Wonderful, wonderful sight!
Silence.
     
    ESTRAGON:
(irritably). Expand! Expand!
     
    VLADIMIR:
Let him alone. Can't you see he's thinking of the days when he was happy.
(Pause.) Memoria praeteritorum bonorum� that must be unpleasant.
     
    ESTRAGON:
We wouldn't know.
     
    VLADIMIR:
And it came on you all of a sudden?
     
    POZZO:
Quite wonderful!
     
    VLADIMIR:
I'm asking you if it came on you all of a sudden.
     
    POZZO:
I woke up one fine day as blind as Fortune. (Pause.) Sometimes I wonder if
I'm not still asleep.
     
    VLADIMIR:
And when was that?
     
    POZZO:
I don't know.
     
    VLADIMIR:
But no later than yesterday�
     
    POZZO:
(violently). Don't question me! The blind have no notion of time. The things of
time are hidden from them too.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Well just fancy that! I could have sworn it was just the opposite.
     
    ESTRAGON:
I'm going.
     
    POZZO:
Where are we?
     
    VLADIMIR:
I couldn't tell you.
     
    POZZO:
It isn't by any chance the place known as the Board?
     
    VLADIMIR:
Never heard of it.
     
    POZZO:
What is it like?
     
    VLADIMIR:
(looking round). It's indescribable. It's like nothing. There's nothing. There's a
tree.
     
    POZZO:
Then it's not the Board.
     
    ESTRAGON:
(sagging). Some diversion!
     
    POZZO:
Where is my menial?
     
    VLADIMIR:
He's about somewhere.
     
    POZZO:
Why doesn't he answer when I call?
     
    VLADIMIR:
I don't know. He seems to be sleeping. Perhaps he's dead.
     
    POZZO:
What happened exactly?
     
    ESTRAGON:
Exactly!
     
    VLADIMIR:
The two of you slipped. (Pause.) And fell.
     
    POZZO:
Go and see is he hurt.
     
    VLADIMIR:
We can't leave you.
     
    POZZO:
You needn't both go.
     
    VLADIMIR:
(to Estragon). You go.
     
    ESTRAGON:
After what he did to me? Never!
     
    POZZO:
Yes yes, let your friend go, he stinks so. (Silence.) What is he waiting for?
     
    VLADIMIR:
What are