Waiting for Godot (3 page)

Come in?

ESTRAGON:

Take your time.

VLADIMIR:

Come in? On our hands and knees.

ESTRAGON:

As bad as that?

VLADIMIR:

Your Worship wishes to assert his prerogatives?

ESTRAGON:

We've no rights any more?

Laugh of Vladimir, stifled as before, less the smile.

VLADIMIR:

You'd make me laugh if it wasn't prohibited.

ESTRAGON:

We've lost our rights?

VLADIMIR:

(
distinctly
)
.
We got rid of them.

Silence. They remain motionless, arms dangling, heads sunk, sagging at the knees.

ESTRAGON:

(
feebly
)
.
We're not tied? (
Pause.
) We're not—

VLADIMIR:

Listen!

They listen, grotesquely rigid.
#

ESTRAGON:

I hear nothing.

VLADIMIR:

Hsst! (
They listen. Estragon loses his balance, almost falls. He clutches the arm of Vladimir, who totters. They listen, huddled together.
) Nor I.

Sighs of relief. They relax and separate.

ESTRAGON:

You gave me a fright.

VLADIMIR:

I thought it was he.

ESTRAGON:

Who?

VLADIMIR:

Godot.

ESTRAGON:

Pah! The wind in the reeds.

VLADIMIR:

I could have sworn I heard shouts.

ESTRAGON:

And why would he shout?

VLADIMIR:

At his horse.

Silence.

ESTRAGON:

(
violently
)
.
I'm hungry!

VLADIMIR:

Do you want a carrot?

ESTRAGON:

Is that all there is?

VLADIMIR:

I might have some turnips.

ESTRAGON:

Give me a carrot. (
Vladimir rummages in his pockets, takes out a turnip and gives it to Estragon who takes a bite out of it. Angrily.
) It's a turnip!

VLADIMIR:

Oh pardon! I could have sworn it was a carrot. (
He rummages again in his pockets, finds nothing but turnips.
) All that's turnips. (
He rummages.
) You must have eaten the last. (
He rummages.
) Wait, I have it. (
He brings out a carrot and gives it to
Estragon.
) There, dear fellow. #

(
Estragon wipes the carrot on his sleeve and begins to eat it.
) Make it last, that's the end of them.

ESTRAGON:

(
chewing
)
.
I asked you a question.

VLADIMIR:

Ah.

ESTRAGON:

Did you reply?

VLADIMIR:

How's the carrot?

ESTRAGON:

It's a carrot.

VLADIMIR:

So much the better, so much the better. (
Pause.
) What was it you wanted to know?

ESTRAGON:

I've forgotten. (
Chews.
) That's what annoys me. (
He looks at the carrot appreciatively, dangles it between finger and thumb.
) I'll never forget this carrot. (
He sucks the end of it meditatively.
) Ah yes, now I remember.

VLADIMIR:

Well?

ESTRAGON:

(
his mouth full, vacuously
)
.
We're not tied?

VLADIMIR:

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

ESTRAGON:

(
chews, swallows
)
.
I'm asking you if we're tied.

VLADIMIR:

Tied?

ESTRAGON:

Ti-ed.

VLADIMIR:

How do you mean tied?

ESTRAGON:

Down.

VLADIMIR:

But to whom? By whom?

ESTRAGON:

To your man.

VLADIMIR:

To Godot? Tied to Godot! What an idea! No question of it. (
Pause.
) For the moment.

ESTRAGON:

His name is Godot?

VLADIMIR:

I think so.

ESTRAGON:

Fancy that. (
He raises what remains of the carrot by the stub of leaf, twirls it before his eyes.
) Funny, the more you eat the worse it gets.

VLADIMIR:

With me it's just the opposite.

ESTRAGON:

In other words?

VLADIMIR:

I get used to the muck as I go along.

ESTRAGON:

(
after prolonged reflection
)
.
Is that the opposite?

VLADIMIR:

Question of temperament.

ESTRAGON:

Of character.

VLADIMIR:

Nothing you can do about it.

ESTRAGON:

No use struggling.

VLADIMIR:

One is what one is.

ESTRAGON:

No use wriggling.

VLADIMIR:

The essential doesn't change.

ESTRAGON:

Nothing to be done. (
He proffers the remains of the carrot to Vladimir.
) Like to finish it?

A terrible cry, close at hand. Estragon drops the carrot. They remain motionless, then together make a sudden rush towards the wings. Estragon stops halfway, runs back, picks up the carrot, stuffs it in his pocket, runs to rejoin Vladimir who is waiting for

him, stops again, runs back, picks up his boot, runs to rejoin Vladimir. Huddled together, shoulders hunched, cringing away from the menace, they wait.
#

Enter Pozzo and Lucky. Pozzo drives Lucky by means of a rope passed round his neck, so that Lucky is the first to enter, followed by the rope which is long enough to let him reach the middle of the stage before Pozzo appears. Lucky carries a heavy bag, a
folding stool, a picnic basket and a greatcoat, Pozzo a whip.

POZZO:

(
off
)
.
On! (
Crack of whip. Pozzo appears. They cross the stage. Lucky passes before Vladimir and Estragon and exit. Pozzo at the sight of Vladimir and Estragon stops short. The rope tautens. Pozzo jerks at it violently.
) Back!

Noise of Lucky falling with all his baggage. Vladimir and Estragon turn towards him, half wishing half fearing to go to his assistance. Vladimir takes a step towards Lucky, Estragon holds him back by the sleeve.

VLADIMIR:

Let me go!

ESTRAGON:

Stay where you are!

POZZO:

Be careful! He's wicked. (
Vladimir and Estragon turn towards Pozzo.
) With strangers.

ESTRAGON:

(
undertone
)
.
Is that him?

VLADIMIR:

Who?

ESTRAGON:

(
trying to remember the name
)
.
Er . . .

VLADIMIR:

Godot?

ESTRAGON:

Yes.

POZZO:

I present myself: Pozzo.

VLADIMIR:

(
to Estragon
)
.
Not at all!

ESTRAGON:

He said Godot.

VLADIMIR:

Not at all!

ESTRAGON:

(
timidly, to Pozzo
)
.
You're not Mr. Godot, Sir?

POZZO:

(
terrifying voice
)
.
I am Pozzo! (
Silence.
) Pozzo! (
Silence.
) Does that name mean nothing to you? (
Silence.
) I say does that name mean nothing to you?

Vladimir and Estragon look at each other questioningly.

ESTRAGON:

(
pretending to search
)
.
Bozzo . . . Bozzo . . .

VLADIMIR:

(
ditto
)
.
Pozzo . . . Pozzo . . .

POZZO:

PPPOZZZO!

ESTRAGON:

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

VLADIMIR:

Is it Pozzo or Bozzo?

ESTRAGON:

Pozzo . . . no . . . I'm afraid I . . . no . . . I don't seem to . . .

Pozzo advances threateningly.

VLADIMIR:

(
conciliating
)
.
I once knew a family called Gozzo. The mother had the clap.

ESTRAGON:

(
hastily
)
.
We're not from these parts, Sir.

POZZO:

(
halting
)
.
You are human beings none the less. (
He puts on his glasses.
) As far as one can see. (
He takes off his glasses.
) Of the same species as myself. (
He bursts into an enormous laugh.
) Of the same species as Pozzo! Made in God's image!

VLADIMIR:

Well you see—

POZZO:

(
peremptory
)
.
Who is Godot?

ESTRAGON:

Godot?

POZZO:

You took me for Godot.

VLADIMIR:

Oh no, Sir, not for an instant, Sir.

POZZO:

Who is he?

VLADIMIR:

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

ESTRAGON:

Nothing of the kind, we hardly know him.

VLADIMIR:

True . . . we don't know him very well . . . but all the same . . .

ESTRAGON:

Personally, I wouldn't even know him if I saw him.

POZZO:

You took me for him.

ESTRAGON:

(
recoiling before Pozzo
)
.
That's to say . . . you understand . . . the dusk . . . the strain . . . waiting . . . I confess . . . I imagined . . . for a second . . .

POZZO:

Waiting? So you were waiting for him?

VLADIMIR:

Well you see—

POZZO:

Here? On my land?

VLADIMIR:

We didn't intend any harm.

ESTRAGON:

We meant well.

POZZO:

The road is free to all.

VLADIMIR:

That's how we looked at it.

POZZO:

It's a disgrace. But there you are.

ESTRAGON:

Nothing we can do about it.

POZZO:

(
with magnanimous gesture
)
.
Let's say no more about it. (
He jerks the rope.
) Up pig! (
Pause.
) Every time he drops he falls asleep. (
Jerks the rope.
) Up hog! (
Noise of Lucky getting up and picking up his baggage. Pozzo jerks the rope.
) Back! (
Enter Lucky
backwards.
) Stop! (
Lucky stops.
) Turn! (
Lucky turns. To Vladimir and Estragon, affably.
) Gentlemen, I am happy to have met you. (
Before their incredulous expression.
) Yes yes, sincerely happy. (
He jerks the rope.
) Closer! (
Lucky advances.
) Stop! (
Lucky
stops.
) Yes, the road seems long when one journeys all alone for . . . (
he consults his watch
) . . . yes . . . (
he calculates
) . . . yes, six hours, that's right, six hours on end, and never a soul in sight. (
To Lucky.
) Coat! (
Lucky puts down the bag, advances, gives
the coat, goes back to his place, takes up the bag.
) Hold that! (
Pozzo holds out the whip. Lucky advances and, both his hands being occupied, takes the whip in his mouth, then goes back to his place. Pozzo begins to put on his coat, stops.
) Coat! (
Lucky puts
down the bag, basket and stool, helps Pozzo on with his coat, goes back to his place and takes up bag, basket and stool.
) Touch of autumn in the air this evening. (
Pozzo finishes buttoning up his coat, stoops, inspects himself, straightens up.
) Whip! (
Lucky
advances, stoops, Pozzo snatches the whip from his mouth, Lucky goes back to his place.
) Yes, gentlemen, I cannot go for long without the society of my likes (
he puts on his glasses and looks at the two likes
) even when the likeness is an imperfect one. (
He
takes off his glasses.
) Stool! (
Lucky puts down bag and basket, advances, opens stool, puts it down, goes back to his place, takes up bag and basket.
) Closer! (
Lucky puts down bag and basket, advances, moves stool, goes back to his place, takes up bag and
basket. Pozzo sits down, places the butt of his whip against Lucky's chest and pushes.
) Back! (
Lucky takes a step back.
) Further! (
Lucky takes another step back.
) Stop! (
Lucky stops. To Vladimir and Estragon.
) That is why, with your permission, I propose