Waiting for Godot Page #2

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Wait.

Yes, but while waiting.

What about hanging ourselves?

It'd give us an erection.

An erection!

With all that follows.

Where it falls mandrakes grow.

That's why they shriek when you

pull them up. Did you not know that?

Let's hang ourselves immediately!

From a bough?

I wouldn't trust it.

We can always try.

- Go ahead.

- No, after you.

No no, you first.

- Why me?

- You're lighter than I am.

Just so!

I don't understand.

Use your intelligence, can't you?

I remain in the dark.

This is how it is. The bough...

the bough...

Use your head, can't you?

You're my only hope.

Gogo lightbough not breakGogo dead.

Didi heavybough breakDidi alone.

Where as-

I hadn't thought of that.

If it hangs you it'll hang anything.

But am I heavier than you?

I don't know. So you tell me.

There's an even chance.

Or nearly.

Well? What do we do?

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

Let's wait and see what he says.

- Who?

- Godot

Ah! Yes.

Let's wait till we know exactly

how we stand.

On the other hand it might be better

to strike the iron before it freezes.

I'm curious to hear what he has to offer.

Then we'll take it or leave it.

What exactly did we ask him for?

Were you not there?

I can't have been listening.

Oh... Nothing very definite.

A kind of prayer.

- Precisely.

- A vague supplication.

Exactly.

- And what did he reply?

- That he'd see.

That he couldn't promise anything.

That he'd have to think it over.

- In the quiet of his home.

- Consult his family.

- His friends.

- His agents.

- His correspondents.

- His books.

His bank account.

Before taking a decision.

- It's the normal thing.

- Is it not?

- I think it is.

- I think so too.

And we?

- I beg your pardon?

- I said, And we?

I don't understand.

- Where do we come in?

- Come in?

Take your time.

Come in?

On our hands and knees.

As bad as that?

Your Worship wishes to assert

his prerogatives?

We've no rights any more?

You'd make me laugh if it wasn't

prohibited.

We've lost our rights?

We got rid of them.

We're not tied?

We're not?

Listen!

I hear nothing.

Nor I.

-You gave me a fright.

-I thought it was he.

Who?

Godot.

The wind in the reeds.

I could have sworn I heard shouts.

And why would he shout?

At his horse.

Lets go.

Where?

Perhaps, we slept tonight his loft

all snug and dry.

Your belly is for in the high,

thats what waiting for. No?

Not all night.

Its still day.

I'm hungry!

Do you want a carrot?

Is that all there is?

I might have some turnips.

Give me a carrot.

It's a turnip!

Oh pardon! I could have sworn

it was a carrot.

All that's turnips.

You must have eaten the last.

Wait, I have it.

There, dear fellow. Give me the

turnip.

Make it last, that's the end of them.

I asked you a question.

-Did you reply?

-How's the carrot?

It's a carrot.

So much the better, so much the

better.

Well!. What was it you wanted

to know?

I've forgotten.

That's what annoys me.

I'll never forget this carrot.

Ah yes, now I remember.

Well?

We're not tied?

I don't hear a word you're saying.

I'm asking you if we're tied.

Tied?

Ti-ed.

How do you mean tied?

Down.

But to whom? By whom?

To your man.

To Godot? Tied to Godot!

What an idea!

No question of it.

For the moment.

His name is Godot?

I think so.

Ah Yes.

Funny, the more you eat the

worse it gets.

With me it's just the opposite.

In other words?

I get used to the muck as I go along.

- Is that the opposite?

- Question of temperament.

Of character.

Nothing you can do about it.

- No use struggling.

- One is what one is.

No use wriggling.

The essential doesn't change.

Nothing to be done.

Do you like to finish it?

On!

Back!

Let me go!

Stay where you are!

Be careful!

He's wicked.

With strangers.

- Is that him?

- Who?

- Er...

- Godot?

Yes.

I present myself: Pozzo.

Not at all!

- He said Godot.

- Not at all!

You're not Mr. Godot, Sir?

I am Pozzo!

Does that name mean nothing to you?

I say does that name mean nothing

to you?

- Bozzo... Bozzo...

- Pozzo... Pozzo...

PPPOZZZO!

Ah! Pozzo... let me see... Pozzo...

Is it Pozzo or Bozzo?

Pozzo

no I'm afraid I noI don't seem to

I once knew a family called Gozzo.

The mother had the clap.

We're not from these parts, Sir.

You are human beings none the less.

As far as one can see. Of the

same species as myself.

Of the same species as Pozzo!

Made in God's image!

Well you see?

- Who is Godot?

- Godot?

- You took me for Godot.

- Oh no, Sir,..

...not for an instant, Sir.

Who is he?

Oh he's a.. he's a kind of

acquaintance.

Nothing of the kind, we hardly

know him.

True... we don't know him very well...

but all the same...

Personally, I wouldn't even know

him if I saw him.

You took me for him.

That's to say... you understand...

the dusk...

the strain...

waiting...

I confess... I imagined...

for a second...

Waiting?

So you were waiting for him?

- Well you see?

- Here?

On my land?

We didn't intend any harm.

We meant well.

The road is free to all.

- That's how we looked at it.

- It's a disgrace.

But there you are.

Nothing we can do about it.

Let's say no more about it.

Up pig!

Every time he drops he falls asleep.

Up hog!

Back!

Stop!

Turn!

Gentlemen, I am happy to have

met you.

Yes yes, sincerely happy.

Closer!

Stop!

Yes, the road seems long when

one journeys all alone for...

yes...

yes, six hours, that's right,..

...six hours on end, and never

a soul in sight.

Coat!

Hold that!

Coat!

Touch of autumn in the air this

evening.

Whip!

Yes, gentlemen, I cannot go

for long without

the society of my likes...

...even when the likeness

...is an imperfect one.

Stool!

Closer!

Back!

Further!

Stop!

That is why, with your permission,

I propose to...

...dally with you a moment,

before I venture any further.

Basket!

The fresh air stimulates the

jaded appetite.

Basket!

Further!

He stinks.

Happy days!

What ails him?

He looks tired.

Why doesn't he put down his bags?

How do I know?

Careful!

Say something to him.

- Look!

- What?

His neck!

Oh I say!

- A running sore!

- It's the rope.

- It's the rubbing.

- It's inevitable.

- It's the knot.

- It's the chafing.

He's not bad looking.

Would you say so?

A trifle effeminate.

- Look at the slobber.

- It's inevitable.

- Look at the slaver.

- Perhaps he's a halfwit.

A cretin.

Looks like a goiter.

It's not certain.

- He's panting.

- It's inevitable.

- And his eyes!

- What about them?

Goggling out of his head.

Looks like his last gasp to me.

It's not certain. Ask him a question.

- Would that be a good thing?

- What do we risk?

Mister...

Louder.

Mister...

Leave him in peace!

Can't you see he wants to rest?

Basket!

Basket!

Ah! That's better.

Please Sir...

What is it, my good man?

Er you've finished with the

you don't need the er bones, Sir?

You couldn't have waited?

No no, he does well to ask.

Do I need the bones?

No, personally I do not need them

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