Waiting for Godot

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Author: Samuel Beckett
Crucify him like that! After so many years! Really!
    POZZO:
    ( sobbing ) . He used to be so kind . . . so helpful . . . and entertaining . . . my good angel . . . and now . . . he's killing me.
    ESTRAGON:
    ( to Vladimir ) . Does he want to replace him?
    VLADIMIR:
    What?
    ESTRAGON:
    Does he want someone to take his place or not?
    VLADIMIR:
    I don't think so.
    ESTRAGON:
    What?
    VLADIMIR:
    I don't know.
    ESTRAGON:
    Ask him.
    POZZO:
    ( calmer ) . Gentlemen, I don't know what came over me. Forgive me. Forget all I said. ( More and more his old self. ) I don't remember exactly what it was, but you may be sure there wasn't a word of truth in it. ( Drawing himself up, striking his chest. ) Do I look like a man that can be made to suffer? Frankly? ( He rummages in his pockets. ) What have I done with my pipe?
    VLADIMIR:
    Charming evening we're having.
    ESTRAGON:
    Unforgettable.

    VLADIMIR:
    And it's not over.
    ESTRAGON:
    Apparently not.
    VLADIMIR:
    It's only beginning.
    ESTRAGON:
    It's awful.
    VLADIMIR:
    Worse than the pantomime.
    ESTRAGON:
    The circus.
    VLADIMIR:
    The music-hall.
    ESTRAGON:
    The circus.
    POZZO:
    What can I have done with that briar?
    ESTRAGON:
    He's a scream. He's lost his dudeen.
    Laughs noisily.
    VLADIMIR:
    I'll be back.
    He hastens towards the wings.
    ESTRAGON:
    End of the corridor, on the left.
    VLADIMIR:
    Keep my seat.
    Exit Vladimir.
    POZZO:
    ( on the point of tears ) . I've lost my Kapp and Peterson!
    ESTRAGON:
    ( convulsed with merriment ) . He'll be the death of me!
    POZZO:
    You didn't see by any chance– ( He misses Vladimir. ) Oh! He's gone! Without saying goodbye! How could he! He might have waited!
    ESTRAGON:
    He would have burst.
    POZZO:
    Oh! ( Pause. ) Oh well then of course in that case . . .
    ESTRAGON:
    Come here.
    POZZO:
    What for?
    ESTRAGON:
    You'll see.
    POZZO:
    You want me to get up?
    ESTRAGON:
    Quick! ( Pozzo gets up and goes over beside Estragon. Estragon points off. ) Look!
    POZZO:
    ( having put on his glasses ) . Oh I say!
    ESTRAGON:
    It's all over.
    Enter Vladimir, somber. He shoulders Lucky out of his way, kicks over the stool, comes and goes agitatedly.
    POZZO:
    He's not pleased.
    ESTRAGON:
    ( to Vladimir ) . You missed a treat. Pity.
    Vladimir halts, straightens the stool, comes and goes, calmer.
    POZZO:
    He subsides. ( Looking round. ) Indeed all subsides. A great calm descends. ( Raising his hand. ) Listen! Pan sleeps.
    VLADIMIR:
    Will night never come?
    All three look at the sky.
    POZZO:
    You don't feel like going until it does?
    ESTRAGON:
    Well you see—
    POZZO:
    Why it's very natural, very natural. I myself in your situation, if I had an appointment with a Godin . . . Godet . . . Godot . . . anyhow, you see who I mean, I'd wait till it was black night before I gave up. ( He looks at the stool. ) I'd very 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
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