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Vladimir’s hat, Estragon’s boot, Lucky’shat, 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 it 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
.) For I shall suffer, no doubt about that. (
He picks up the whip
.) What do you prefer? Shall we have him dance, or sing, or recite, or think, or—
    ESTRAGON : Who?
    POZZO : Who! You know how to think, you two?
    VLADIMIR : He