Waiting for Godot (2 page)

ESTRAGON
: Repented what?

VLADIMIR
: Oh . . . (
He reflects
.) We wouldn't have to go into the details.

ESTRAGON
: Our being born?

Vladimir breaks into a hearty laugh which he immediately stifles, his hand pressed to his pubis, his face contorted
.

VLADIMIR
: One daren't even laugh any more.

ESTRAGON
: Dreadful privation.

VLADIMIR
: Merely smile. (
He smiles suddenly from ear to ear, keeps smiling, ceases as suddenly
.) It's not the same thing. Nothing to be done. (
Pause
.) Gogo.

ESTRAGON
: (
irritably
). What is it?

VLADIMIR
: Did you ever read the Bible?

ESTRAGON
: The Bible . . . (
He reflects
.) I must have taken a look at it.

VLADIMIR
: Do you remember the Gospels?

ESTRAGON
: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where well go, I used to say, that's where well go for our honeymoon. We'll swim. We'll be happy.

VLADIMIR
: You should have been a poet.

ESTRAGON
: I was. (
Gesture towards his rags
.) Isn't that obvious?

Silence
.

VLADIMIR
: Where was I . . . How's your foot?

ESTRAGON
: Swelling visibly.

VLADIMIR
: Ah yes, the two thieves. Do you remember the story?

ESTRAGON
: No.

VLADIMIR
: Shall I tell it to you?

ESTRAGON
: No.

VLADIMIR
: It'll pass the time. (
Pause
.) Two thieves, crucified at the same time as our Saviour. One—

ESTRAGON
: Our what?

VLADIMIR
: Our Saviour. Two thieves. One is supposed to have been saved and the other . . . (
he searches for the contrary of saved
) . . . damned.

ESTRAGON
: Saved from what?

VLADIMIR
: Hell.

ESTRAGON
: I'm going.

He does not move
.

VLADIMIR
: And yet . . . (
pause
) . . . how is it—this is not boring you I hope—how is it that of the four Evangelists only one speaks of a thief being saved. The four of them were there—or thereabouts—and only one speaks of a thief being saved. (
Pause
.) Come on, Gogo, return the ball, can't you, once in a way?

ESTRAGON
: (
with exaggerated enthusiasm
). I find this really most extraordinarily interesting.

VLADIMIR
: One out of four. Of the other three two don't mention any thieves at all and the third says that both of them abused him.

ESTRAGON
: Who?

VLADIMIR
: What?

ESTRAGON
: What's all this about? Abused who?

VLADIMIR
: The Saviour.

ESTRAGON
: Why?

VLADIMIR
: Because he wouldn't save them.

ESTRAGON
: From hell?

VLADIMIR
: Imbecile! From death.

ESTRAGON
: I thought you said hell.

VLADIMIR
: From death, from death.

ESTRAGON
: Well what of it?

VLADIMIR
: Then the two of them must have been damned.

ESTRAGON
: And why not?

VLADIMIR
: But one of the four says that one of the two was saved.

ESTRAGON
: Well? They don't agree and that's all there is to it.

VLADIMIR
: But all four were there. And only one speaks of a thief being saved. Why believe him rather than the others?

ESTRAGON
: Who believes him?

VLADIMIR
: Everybody. It's the only version they know.

ESTRAGON
: People are bloody ignorant apes.

He rises painfully, goes limping to extreme left, halts, gazes into distance off with his hands creening his eyes, turns, goes to extreme right, gazes into distance. Vladimir watches him, then
goes and picks up the boot, peers into it, drops it hastily
.

VLADIMIR
: Pah!

He spits. Estragon moves to center, halts with his back to auditorium
.

ESTRAGON
: Charming spot. (
He turns, advances to front, halts facing auditorium
.) Inspiring prospects. (
He turns to Vladimir
.) Let's go.

VLADIMIR
: We can't.

ESTRAGON
: Why not?

VLADIMIR
: We're waiting for Godot.

ESTRAGON
: (
despairingly
). Ah! (
Pause
.) You're sure it was here?

VLADIMIR
: What?

ESTRAGON
: That we were to wait.

VLADIMIR
: He said by the tree. (
They look at the tree
.) Do you see any others.

ESTRAGON
: What is it?

VLADIMIR
: I don't know. A willow.

ESTRAGON
: Where are the leaves?

VLADIMIR
: It must be dead.

ESTRAGON
: No more weeping.

VLADIMIR
: Or perhaps it's not the season.

ESTRAGON
: Looks to me more like a bush.

VLADIMIR
: A shrub.

ESTRAGON
: A bush.

VLADIMIR
: A—. What are you insinuating? That we've come to the wrong place?

ESTRAGON
: He should be here.

VLADIMIR
: He didn't say for sure he'd come.

ESTRAGON
: And if he doesn't come?

VLADIMIR
: We'll come back to-morrow.

ESTRAGON
: And then the day after to-morrow.

VLADIMIR
: Possibly.

ESTRAGON
: And so on.

VLADIMIR
: The point is—

ESTRAGON
: Until he comes.

VLADIMIR
: You're merciless.

ESTRAGON
: We came here yesterday.

VLADIMIR
: Ah no, there you're mistaken.

ESTRAGON
: What did we do yesterday?

VLADIMIR
: What did we do yesterday?

ESTRAGON
: Yes.

VLADIMIR
: Why . . . (
Angrily
.) Nothing is certain when you're about.

ESTRAGON
: In my opinion we were here.

VLADIMIR
: (
looking round
). You recognize the place?

ESTRAGON
: I didn't say that.

VLADIMIR
: Well?

ESTRAGON
: That makes no difference.

VLADIMIR
: All the same . . . that tree . . . (
turning towards auditorium
) that bog . . .

Estragon: You're sure it was this evening?

VLADIMIR
: What?

ESTRAGON
: That we were to wait.

VLADIMIR
: He said Saturday. (
Pause
.) I think.

ESTRAGON
: You think.

VLADIMIR
: I must have made a note of it. (
He fumbles in his pockets, bursting with miscellaneous rubbish
.)

ESTRAGON
: (
very insidious
). But what Saturday? And is it Saturday? Is it not rather Sunday? (
Pause
.) Or Monday? (
Pause
.) Or Friday?

VLADIMIR
: (
looking wildly about him, as though the date was inscribed in the landscape
). It's not possible!

ESTRAGON
: Or Thursday?

VLADIMIR
: What'll we do?

ESTRAGON
: If he came yesterday and we weren't here you may be sure he won't come again to-day.

VLADIMIR
: But you say we were here yesterday.

ESTRAGON
: I may be mistaken. (
Pause
.) Let's stop talking for a minute, do you mind?

VLADIMIR
: (
feebly
). All right. (
Estragon sits down on the mound. Vladimir paces agitatedly to and fro, halting from time to time to gaze into distance off. Estragon falls asleep. Vladimir halts finally before Estragon
.) Gogo! . . . Gogo! . . . GOGO!
Estragon wakes with a start
.

ESTRAGON
: (
restored to the horror of his situation
). I was asleep! (
Despairingly
.) Why will you never let me sleep?

VLADIMIR
: I felt lonely.

ESTRAGON
: I had a dream.

VLADIMIR
: Don't tell me!

ESTRAGON
: I dreamt that—

VLADIMIR
: DON'T TELL ME!

ESTRAGON
: (
gesture towards the universe
). This one is enough for you? (
Silence
.) It's not nice of you, Didi. Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can't tell them to you?

VLADIMIR
: Let them remain private. You know I can't bear that.

ESTRAGON
: (
coldly
). There are times when I wonder if it wouldn't be better for us to part.

VLADIMIR
: You wouldn't go far.

ESTRAGON
: That would be too bad, really too bad. (
Pause
.)

Wouldn't it, Didi, be really too bad? (
Pause
.)

When you think of the beauty of the way. (
Pause
.)

And the goodness of the wayfarers. (
Pause. Wheedling
.) Wouldn't it, Didi?

VLADIMIR
: Calm yourself.

ESTRAGON
: (
voluptuously
). Calm . . . calm . . . The English say cawm. (
Pause
.) You know the story of the Englishman in the brothel?

VLADIMIR
: Yes.

ESTRAGON
: Tell it to me.

VLADIMIR
: Ah stop it!

ESTRAGON
: An Englishman having drunk a little more than usual proceeds to a brothel. The bawd asks him if he wants a fair one, a dark one or a red-haired one. Go on.

VLADIMIR
: STOP IT!

Exit Vladimir hurriedly. Estragon gets up and follows him as far as the limit of the stage. Gestures of Estragon like those of a spectator encouraging a pugilist. Enter Vladimir. He brushes past Estragon, crosses the stage with bowed head. Estragon takes a step towards him, halts
.

ESTRAGON
: (
gently
). You wanted to speak to me? (
Silence. Estragon takes a step forward
.) You had something to say to me? (
Silence. Another step forward
.) Didi . . .

VLADIMIR
: (
without turning
). I've nothing to say to you.

ESTRAGON
: (
step forward
). You're angry? (
Silence. Step forward
.) Forgive me. (
Silence. Step forward. Estragon lays his hand on Vladimir's shoulder
.) Come, Didi. (
Silence
.) Give me your hand. (
Vladimir half turns
.) Embrace me! (
Vladimir stiffens
.) Don't be stubborn! (
Vladimir softens. They embrace. Estragon recoils
.) You stink of garlic!

VLADIMIR
: It's for the kidneys. (
Silence. Estragon looks attentively at the tree
.) What do we do now?

ESTRAGON
: Wait.

VLADIMIR
: Yes, but while waiting.

ESTRAGON
: What about hanging ourselves?

VLADIMIR
: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.

ESTRAGON
: (
highly excited
). An erection!

VLADIMIR
: With all that follows. Where it falls mandrakes grow. That's why they shriek when you pull them up. Did you not know that?

ESTRAGON
: Let's hang ourselves immediately!

VLADIMIR
: From a bough? (
They go towards the tree
.) I wouldn't trust it.

ESTRAGON
: We can always try.

VLADIMIR
: Go ahead.

ESTRAGON
: After you.

VLADIMIR
: No no, you first.

ESTRAGON
: Why me?

VLADIMIR
: You're lighter than I am.

ESTRAGON
: Just so!

VLADIMIR
: I don't understand.

ESTRAGON
: Use your intelligence, can't you?

Vladimir uses his intelligence
.

VLADIMIR
: (
finally
). I remain in the dark.

ESTRAGON
: This is how it is. (
He reflects
.) The bough . . . the bough . . . (
Angrily
.) Use your head, can't you?

VLADIMIR
: You're my only hope.

ESTRAGON
: (
with effort
). Gogo light—bough not break—Gogo dead. Didi heavy—bough break—Didi alone. Whereas—

VLADIMIR
: I hadn't thought of that.

ESTRAGON
: If it hangs you it'll hang anything.