Waiting for Godot Page #3

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any more.

But...

but in theory the bones go to

the carrier.

He is therefore the one to ask.

Go on, go on, don't be afraid,

ask him, he'll tell you.

Mister...

Excuse me, Mister...

You're being spoken to, pig!

Reply!

Try him again.

Excuse me, Mister...

the bones, you won't be wanting

the bones?

Mister!

Reply pig! Do you want them or

don't you?

They're yours.

I don't like it.

I've never known him to refuse

a bone before.

Nice business it'd be if he fell sick on me!

It's a scandal!

Are you alluding to anything in

particular?

To treat a man like that

I think that no

a human being

no it's a scandal!

A disgrace!

You are severe.

What age are you, if it's not

a rude question?

Sixty?

Seventy?

What age would you say he was?

Eleven.

I am impertinent.

I must be getting on.

Thank you for your society.

Unless I smoke another pipe

before I go.

What do you say?

Oh I'm only a small smoker, a very

small smoker,..

...it makes my heart go pit-a-pat.

It's the nicotine, one absorbs

it in spite of one's precautions.

You know how it is.

But perhaps you don't smoke?

Yes?

No?

It's of no importance.

But how am I to sit down,..

now without affectation,..

...now that

I have risen?

Without appearing to how shall

I say?

without appearing to falter.

I beg your pardon?

Perhaps you didn't speak?

It's of no importance.

Let me see...

Ah! That's better.

- Let's go.

- So soon?

One moment!

Stool!

More!

There!

Done it!

Let's go!

I hope I'm not driving you away.

Wait a little longer, you'll

never regret it.

We're in no hurry.

The second is never so sweet...

...as the first I mean. But it's

sweet just the same.

I'm going.

Suppose you go now while it is

still day, for there is no denying...

...it is still day.

Good. What happens in that case...

...to your appointment with this...

Godet...

Godot...

Godin...

Anyhow you see who I mean,

who has your future in his hands...

...at least your immediate future?

Who told you?

He speaks to me again! If this goes on

much longer we'll soon be old friends.

Why doesn't he put down his bags?

I too would be happy to meet him.

The more people I meet the happier

I become.

From the meanest creature one

departs wiser, richer,..

...more conscious of one's blessings.

Even you...

who knows, even you, will have

added to my store.

Why doesn't he put down his bags?

But that would surprise me.

You're being asked a question.

A question! Who? What?

A moment ago you were calling me Sir,

in fear and trembling.

Now you're asking me questions.

No good will come of this!

- I think he's listening.

- What?

You can ask him now. He's on the

alert.

Ask him what?

- Why he doesn't put down his bags.

- I wonder.

Ask him, can't you?

You want to know why he doesn't

put down his bags, as you call them.

That's it.

You are sure you agree with that?

He's puffing like a grampus.

The answer is this.

But stay still, I beg of you,

you're making me nervous!

Here.

- What is it?

- He's about to speak.

Is everybody ready?

Is everybody looking at me?

Will you look at me, pig!

Good.

I am ready.

Is everybody listening?

Hog!

Is everybody ready?

I don't like talking in a vacuum.

Good.

- Let me see.

- I'm going.

What was it exactly you wanted

to know?

- Why he?

- Don't interrupt me!

If we all speak at once we'll

never get anywhere.

What was I saying?

What was I saying?

Bags.

Why?

Always hold.

Never put down.

Why?

Ah! Why couldn't you say so before?

Why he doesn't make himself comfortable?

Let's try and get this clear.

Has he not the right to?

Certainly he has.

It follows that he doesn't want to.

There's reasoning for you.

And why doesn't he want to?

Gentlemen, the reason is this.

Make a note of this.

He wants to impress me, so that

I'll keep him.

What?

Perhaps I haven't got it quite right.

He wants to mollify me, so that I'll

give up the idea of parting with him.

No, that's not exactly it either.

- You want to get rid of him?

- He wants to con me, but he won't.

You want to get rid of him?

He imagines that when I see how

well he carries I'll be tempted...

- ...to keep him on in that capacity.

- You've had enough of him?

In reality he carries like a pig.

It's not his job.

You want to get rid of him?

He imagines that when I see him

indefatigable I'll regret my decision.

Such is his miserable scheme.

As though I were short of slaves!

Atlas, son of Jupiter!

Well, that's that, I think.

Anything else?

You want to get rid of him?

Remark that I might just as well

have been in his shoes and he in mine.

If chance had not willed otherwise.

To each one his due.

You waagerrim?

I beg your pardon?

You want to get rid of him?

I do.

But instead of driving him away

as I might have done,..

I mean instead of simply kicking

him out on his arse,..

in the goodness of my heart

I am bringing him to the fair,..

where I hope to get a good price

for him.

The truth is you can't drive

such creatures away.

The best thing would be to kill them.

He's crying!

Old dogs have more dignity.

Comfort him,..

since you pity him.

Come on.

Wipe away his tears, he'll feel

less forsaken.

Here, give it to me, I'll do it.

Make haste, before he stops.

Oh the swine!

Hanky!

He's crippled me!

Show me.

I told you he didn't like strangers.

He's bleeding!

It's a good sign.

He's stopped crying.

You have replaced him as it were.

The tears of the world are a

constant quantity.

For each one who begins to weep,

somewhere else another stops.

The same is true of the laugh.

Let us not then speak ill of

our generation,..

it is not any unhappier than

its predecessors.

Let us not speak well of it either.

Let us not speak of it at all.

It is true

the population has increased.

Will night never come?

Guess who taught me all these

beautiful things.

My Lucky!

But for him all my thoughts,

all my feelings,..

would have been of common things.

Professional worries!

Beauty, grace, truth of the

first water,..

I knew they were all beyond me.

So I took a knook.

A knook?

That was nearly sixty years ago...

...yes, nearly sixty.

You wouldn't think it to look

at me, would you?

Compared to him I look like

a young man,..

no?

Hat!

Now look.

Well, did you see?

And now you turn him away? Such

an old and faithful servant!

Swine!

After having sucked all the good

out of him you chuck him away like a...

like a banana skin.

Really...

I can't bear it... any longer...

the way he goes on... you've no idea...

it's terrible...

I'm going mad...

he must go...

I can't bear it... any longer...

- He can't bear it.

- Any longer.

- He's going mad.

- It's terrible.

How dare you! It's abominable!

Such a good master! Crucify him

like that!

After so many years! Really!

He used to be so kind...so helpful...

and entertaining...my good angel...

and now...

He's killing me.

- Does he want to replace him?

- I don't know.

Ask him.

Gentlemen, I don't know what came

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