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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 didn't notice?
    VLADIMIR:
    Oh perhaps just a teeny weeny little bit.
    ESTRAGON:
    I thought it was intentional.
    POZZO:
    You see my memory is defective.
    Silence.
    ESTRAGON:
    In the meantime, nothing happens.
    POZZO:
    You find it tedious?
    ESTRAGON:
    Somewhat.
    POZZO:
    ( to Vladimir ) . And you, Sir?
    VLADIMIR:
    I've been better entertained.
    Silence. Pozzo struggles inwardly.
    POZZO:
    Gentlemen, you have been . . . civil to me.
    ESTRAGON:
    Not at all!
    VLADIMIR:
    What an idea!
    POZZO:
    Yes yes, you have been correct. So that I ask myself is there anything I can do in my turn for these honest fellows who are having such a dull, dull time.
    ESTRAGON:
    Even ten francs would be a help.
    VLADIMIR:
    We are not beggars!
    POZZO:
    Is there anything I can do, that's what I ask myself, to cheer them up? I have given them bones, I have talked to them about this and that, I have explained the twilight, admittedly. But is it enough, that's what tortures me, is it enough?
    ESTRAGON:
    Even five.
    VLADIMIR:
    ( to Estragon, indignantly ) . That's enough!
    ESTRAGON:
    I couldn't accept less.
    POZZO:
    Is is enough? No doubt. But I am liberal. It's my nature. This evening. So much the worse for me. ( He jerks the rope. Lucky looks at him. )