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much like to sit down, but I don't quite know how to go about it.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Could I be of any help?
     
    POZZO:
If you asked me perhaps.
     
    ESTRAGON:
What?
     
    POZZO:
If you asked me to sit down.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Would that be a help?
     
    POZZO:
I fancy so.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Here we go. Be seated, Sir, I beg of you.
     
    POZZO:
No no, I wouldn't think of it! (Pause. Aside.) Ask me again.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Come come, take a seat I beseech you, you'll get pneumonia.
     
    POZZO:
You really think so?
     
    ESTRAGON:
Why it's absolutely certain.
     
    POZZO:
No doubt you are right. (He sits down.) Done it again! (Pause.) Thank you, dear
fellow. (He consults his watch.) But I must really be getting along, if I am to
observe my schedule.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Time has stopped.
     
    POZZO:
(cuddling his watch to his ear). Don't you believe it, Sir, don't you believe it. (He
puts his watch back in his pocket.) Whatever you like, but not that.
     
    ESTRAGON:
(to Pozzo). Everything seems black to him today.
     
    POZZO:
Except the firmament. (He laughs, pleased with this witticism.) But I see what it
is, you are not from these parts, you don't know what our twilights can do. Shall
I tell you? (Silence. Estragon is fiddling with his boot again, Vladimir with his
hat.) I can't refuse you. (Vaporizer.) A little attention, if you please. (Vladimir
and Estragon continue their fiddling, Lucky is half asleep. Pozzo cracks his whip
feebly.) What's the matter with this whip? (He gets up and cracks it more
vigorously, finally with success. Lucky jumps. Vladimir's hat, Estragon's boot,
Lucky's hat, fall to the ground. Pozzo throws down the whip.) Worn out, this
whip. (He looks at Vladimir and Estragon.) What was I saying?
     
    VLADIMIR:
Let's go.
     
    ESTRAGON:
But take the weight off your feet, I implore you, you'll catch your death.
     
    POZZO:
True. (He sits down. To Estragon.) What is your name?
     
    ESTRAGON:
Adam.
     
    POZZO:
(who hasn't listened). Ah yes! The night. (He raises his head.) But be a little
more attentive, for pity's sake, otherwise we'll never get anywhere. (He looks at
the sky.) Look! (All look at the sky except Lucky who is dozing off again. Pozzo
jerks the rope.) Will you look at the sky, pig! (Lucky looks at the sky.) Good,
that's enough. (They stop looking at the sky.) What is there so extraordinary
about it? Qua sky. It is pale and luminous like any sky at this hour of the day.
(Pause.) In these latitudes. (Pause.) When the weather is fine. (Lyrical.) An hour
ago (he looks at his watch, prosaic) roughly (lyrical) after having poured forth
even since (he hesitates, prosaic) say ten o'clock in the morning (lyrical)
tirelessly torrents of red and white light it begins to lose its effulgence, to grow
pale (gesture of the two hands lapsing by stages) pale, ever a little paler, a little
paler until (dramatic pause, ample gesture of the two hands flung wide apart)
pppfff! finished! it comes to rest. But� (hand raised in admonition)� but behind
this veil of gentleness and peace, night is charging (vibrantly) and will burst upon
us (snaps his fingers) pop! like that! (his inspiration leaves him) just when we
least expect it. (Silence. Gloomily.) That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.
Long silence.
     
    ESTRAGON:
So long as one knows.
     
    VLADIMIR:
One can bide one's time.
     
    ESTRAGON:
One knows what to expect.
     
    VLADIMIR:
No further need to worry.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Simply wait.
     
    VLADIMIR:
We're used to it.
He picks up his hat, peers inside it, shakes it, puts it on.
     
    POZZO:
How did you find me? (Vladimir and Estragon look at him blankly.) Good? Fair?
Middling? Poor? Positively bad?
     
    VLADIMIR:
(first to understand). Oh very good, very very good.
     
    POZZO:
(to Estragon). And you, Sir?
     
    ESTRAGON:
Oh tray bong, tray tray tray bong.
     
    POZZO:
(fervently). Bless you, gentlemen, bless you! (Pause.) I have such need of
encouragement! (Pause.) I weakened a little towards the end, you