Waiting for Godot Page #10

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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?

What want truly blind say had

no notion of time.

But who?

Pozzo.

Is he blind?

So he said.

You dreamt it.

It seemed to me he saw us.

Lets go.

We cant.

Ah! Yes.

Are you sure it wasn't him?

- Who?

- Godot.

- But who?

- Pozzo.

Not at all!

Not at all!

Not at all!

I suppose I might as well get up.

I don't know what to think any more.

Didi 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.

Well?

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 black?

Or...

Or red?

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?

Nothing.

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 Yes!

He didn't come?

No.

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.

But what kind?

I don't know.

A willow.

Lets go.

Why don't we hang ourselves?

With what?

You haven't got a bit of rope?

No.

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?

True.

Show me all the same.

It might do in a pinch.

But is it strong enough?

We'll soon see.

Not worth a curse.

You say we have to come back tomorrow?

Yes.

Then we can bring a good bit of rope.

Yes.

Didi?

Yes.

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.

- What?

- Pull on your trousers.

You want me to pull off my trousers?

Pull ON your trousers.

Ah Yes!

Well?

Shall we go?

Yes.

Let's go.

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