waiting for Godot

Why will you never let me sleep

I felt lonely

I was dreaming I was happy

That passed the time

I was dreaming that-

Don’t tell me! Do you think he’s really blind

Blind? Who?

Pozzo

Blind?

He told us he was blind

Well what about it?

It seemed to me he saw us.

You dreamt it. 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. Ow! Didi!

I don’t know what to think anymore

My feet! Help me!

Was I sleeping while others suffered? Am I sleeping now? 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? Maybe. 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 gravedigger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadner. 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….What am I to tell Mr. Good sir?

Tell him…tell him that 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

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 Gadot

Ah. He didn’t come?

No

And now it’s too late

Yes. Now it is night

And if we dropped him? If we dropped him?

He’s punish us. … everything’s dead but the tree

What is it?

It’s the tree

Yes, but what kind?

I don’t know. A willow

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. Here

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? It might be better for us.

Well 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

True.

Well? Shall we go?