Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett Page B

Who?
     
    VLADIMIR:
Pozzo.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Blind?
     
    VLADIMIR:
He told us he was blind.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Well what about it?
     
    VLADIMIR:
It seemed to me he saw us.
     
    ESTRAGON:
You dreamt it. (Pause.) Let's go. We can't. Ah! (Pause.) Are you sure it wasn't
him?
     
    VLADIMIR:
Who?
     
    ESTRAGON:
Godot.
     
    VLADIMIR:
But who?
     
    ESTRAGON:
Pozzo.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Not at all! (Less sure.) Not at all! (Still less sure.) Not at all!
     
    ESTRAGON:
I suppose I might as well get up. (He gets up painfully.) Ow! Didi!
     
    VLADIMIR:
I don't know what to think any more.
     
    ESTRAGON:
My feet! (He sits down again and tries to take off his boots.) Help me!
     
    VLADIMIR:
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? (Estragon, having struggled with his boots in vain, is
dozing off again. Vladimir looks at him.) He'll know nothing. He'll tell me
about the blows he received and I'll give him a carrot. (Pause.) 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. (He
listens.) But habit is a great deadener. (He looks again at Estragon.) At me
too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he
knows nothing, let him sleep on. (Pause.) I can't go on! (Pause.) What have I
said?
He goes feverishly to and fro, halts finally at extreme left, broods. Enter Boy
right. He halts. Silence.
     
    BOY:
Mister . . . (Vladimir turns.) Mister Albert . . .
     
    VLADIMIR:
Off we go again. (Pause.) Do you not recognize me?
     
    BOY:
No Sir.
     
    VLADIMIR:
It wasn't you came yesterday.
     
    BOY:
No Sir.
     
    VLADIMIR:
This is your first time.
     
    BOY:
Yes Sir.
Silence.
     
    VLADIMIR:
You have a message from Mr. Godot.
     
    BOY:
Yes Sir.
     
    VLADIMIR:
He won't come this evening.
     
    BOY:
No Sir.
     
    VLADIMIR:
But he'll come tomorrow.
     
    BOY:
Yes Sir.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Without fail.
     
    BOY:
Yes Sir.
Silence.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Did you meet anyone?
     
    BOY:
No Sir.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Two other . . . (he hesitates) . . . men?
     
    BOY:
I didn't see anyone, Sir.
Silence.
     
    VLADIMIR:
What does he do, Mr. Godot? (Silence.) Do you hear me?
     
    BOY:
Yes Sir.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Well?
     
    BOY:
He does nothing, Sir.
Silence.
     
    VLADIMIR:
How is your brother?
     
    BOY:
He's sick, Sir.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Perhaps it was he came yesterday.
     
    BOY:
I don't know, Sir.
Silence.
     
    VLADIMIR:
(softly). Has he a beard, Mr. Godot?
     
    BOY:
Yes Sir.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Fair or . . . (he hesitates) . . . or black?
     
    BOY:
I think it's white, Sir.
Silence.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Christ have mercy on us!
Silence.
     
    BOY:
What am I to tell Mr. Godot, Sir?
     
    VLADIMIR:
Tell him . . . (he hesitates) . . . tell him you saw me and that . . . (he
hesitates) . . . that you saw me. (Pause. Vladimir advances, the Boy recoils.
Vladimir halts, the Boy halts. With sudden violence.) You're sure you saw me,
you won't come and tell me tomorrow that you never saw me!
Silence. Vladimir makes a sudden spring forward, the Boy avoids him and
exits running. Silence. The sun sets, the moon rises. As in Act 1. Vladimir
stands motionless and bowed. Estragon wakes, takes off his boots, gets up
with one in each hand and goes and puts them down center front, then goes
towards Vladimir.
     
    ESTRAGON:
What's wrong with you?
     
    VLADIMIR:
Nothing.
     
    ESTRAGON:
I'm going.
     
    VLADIMIR:
So am I.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Was I long asleep?
     
    VLADIMIR:
I don't know.
Silence.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Where shall we go?
     
    VLADIMIR:
Not far.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Oh yes, let's go far away from here.
     
    VLADIMIR:
We can't.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Why not?
     
    VLADIMIR:
We