Waiting for Godot (8 page)

VLADIMIR:
You again! (Estragon halts but does not raise his head. Vladimir goes towards
him.) Come here till I embrace you.

ESTRAGON:
Don't touch me!
Vladimir holds back, pained.

VLADIMIR:
Do you want me to go away? (Pause.) Gogo! (Pause. Vladimir observes him
attentively.) Did they beat you? (Pause.) Gogo! (Estragon remains silent,
head bowed.) Where did you spend the night?

ESTRAGON:
Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!

VLADIMIR:
Did I ever leave you?

ESTRAGON:
You let me go.

VLADIMIR:
Look at me. (Estragon does not raise his head. Violently.) Will you look at me!
Estragon raises his head. They look long at each other, then suddenly
embrace, clapping each other on the back. End of the embrace. Estragon, no
longer supported, almost falls.

ESTRAGON:
What a day!

VLADIMIR:
Who beat you? Tell me.

ESTRAGON:
Another day done with.

VLADIMIR:
Not yet.

ESTRAGON:
For me it's over and done with, no matter what happens. (Silence.) I heard
you singing.

VLADIMIR:
That's right, I remember.

ESTRAGON:
That finished me. I said to myself, He's all alone, he thinks I'm gone for ever,
and he sings.

VLADIMIR:
One is not master of one's moods. All day I've felt in great form. (Pause.) I
didn't get up in the night, not once!

ESTRAGON:
(sadly). You see, you piss better when I'm not there.

VLADIMIR:
I missed you . . . and at the same time I was happy. Isn't that a strange
thing?

ESTRAGON:
(shocked). Happy?

VLADIMIR:
Perhaps it's not quite the right word.

ESTRAGON:
And now?

VLADIMIR:
Now? . . . (Joyous.) There you are again . . . (Indifferent.) There we are
again. . . (Gloomy.) There I am again.

ESTRAGON:
You see, you feel worse when I'm with you. I feel better alone too.

VLADIMIR:
(vexed). Then why do you always come crawling back?

ESTRAGON:
I don't know.

VLADIMIR:
No, but I do. It's because you don't know how to defend yourself. I wouldn't
have let them beat you.

ESTRAGON:
You couldn't have stopped them.

VLADIMIR:
Why not?

ESTRAGON:
There was ten of them.

VLADIMIR:
No, I mean before they beat you. I would have stopped you from doing
whatever it was you were doing.

ESTRAGON:
I wasn't doing anything.

VLADIMIR:
Then why did they beat you?

ESTRAGON:
I don't know.

VLADIMIR:
Ah no, Gogo, the truth is there are things that escape you that don't escape
me, you must feel it yourself.

ESTRAGON:
I tell you I wasn't doing anything.

VLADIMIR:
Perhaps you weren't. But it's the way of doing it that counts, the way of doing
it, if you want to go on living.

ESTRAGON:
I wasn't doing anything.

VLADIMIR:
You must be happy too, deep down, if you only knew it.

ESTRAGON:
Happy about what?

VLADIMIR:
To be back with me again.

ESTRAGON:
Would you say so?

VLADIMIR:
Say you are, even if it's not true.

ESTRAGON:
What am I to say?

VLADIMIR:
Say, I am happy.

ESTRAGON:
I am happy.

VLADIMIR:
So am I.

ESTRAGON:
So am I.

VLADIMIR:
We are happy.

ESTRAGON:
We are happy. (Silence.) What do we do now, now that we are happy?

VLADIMIR:
Wait for Godot. (Estragon groans. Silence.) Things have changed here since
yesterday.

ESTRAGON:
And if he doesn't come?

VLADIMIR:
(after a moment of bewilderment). We'll see when the time comes. (Pause.) I
was saying that things have changed here since yesterday.

ESTRAGON:
Everything oozes.

VLADIMIR:
Look at the tree.

ESTRAGON:
It's never the same pus from one second to the next.

VLADIMIR:
The tree, look at the tree.
Estragon looks at the tree.

ESTRAGON:
Was is not there yesterday?

VLADIMIR:
Yes of course it was there. Do you not remember? We nearly hanged
ourselves from it. But you wouldn't. Do you not remember?

ESTRAGON:
You dreamt it.

VLADIMIR:
Is is possible you've forgotten already?

ESTRAGON:
That's the way I am. Either I forget immediately or I never forget.

VLADIMIR:
And Pozzo and Lucky, have you forgotten them too?

ESTRAGON:
Pozzo and Lucky?

VLADIMIR:
He's forgotten everything!

ESTRAGON:
I remember a lunatic who kicked the shins off me. Then he played the fool.

VLADIMIR:
That was Lucky.

ESTRAGON:
I remember that. But when was it?

VLADIMIR:
And his keeper, do you not remember him?

ESTRAGON:
He gave me a bone.

VLADIMIR:
That was Pozzo.

ESTRAGON:
And all that was yesterday, you say?

VLADIMIR:
Yes of course it was yesterday.

ESTRAGON:
And here where we are now?

VLADIMIR:
Where else do you think? Do you not recognize the place?

ESTRAGON:
(suddenly furious). Recognize! What is there to recognize? All my lousy life
I've crawled about in the mud! And you talk to me about scenery! (Looking
wildly about him.) Look at this muckheap! I've never stirred from it!

VLADIMIR:
Calm yourself, calm yourself.

ESTRAGON:
You and your landscapes! Tell me about the worms!

VLADIMIR:
All the same, you can't tell me that this (gesture) bears any resemblance to .
. . (he hesitates) . . . to the Macon country for example. You can't deny
there's a big difference.

ESTRAGON:
The Macon country! Who's talking to you about the Macon country?

VLADIMIR:
But you were there yourself, in the Macon country.

ESTRAGON:
No I was never in the Macon country! I've puked my puke of a life away here,
I tell you! Here! In the Cackon country!

VLADIMIR:
But we were there together, I could swear to it! Picking grapes for a man
called . . . (he snaps his fingers) . . . can't think of the name of the man, at a
place called . . . (snaps his fingers) . . . can't think of the name of the place,
do you not remember?

ESTRAGON:
(a little calmer). It's possible. I didn't notice anything.

VLADIMIR:
But down there everything is red!

ESTRAGON:
(exasperated). I didn't notice anything, I tell you!
Silence. Vladimir sighs deeply.

VLADIMIR:
You're a hard man to get on with, Gogo.

ESTRAGON:
It'd be better if we parted.

VLADIMIR:
You always say that and you always come crawling back.

ESTRAGON:
The best thing would be to kill me, like the other.

VLADIMIR:
What other? (Pause.) What other?

ESTRAGON:
Like billions of others.

VLADIMIR:
(sententious). To every man his little cross. (He sighs.) Till he dies.
(Afterthought.) And is forgotten.

ESTRAGON:
In the meantime let us try and converse calmly, since we are incapable of
keeping silent.

VLADIMIR:
You're right, we're inexhaustible.

ESTRAGON:
It's so we won't think.

VLADIMIR:
We have that excuse.

ESTRAGON:
It's so we won't hear.

VLADIMIR:
We have our reasons.

ESTRAGON:
All the dead voices.

VLADIMIR:
They make a noise like wings.

ESTRAGON:
Like leaves.

VLADIMIR:
Like sand.

ESTRAGON:
Like leaves.
Silence.

VLADIMIR:
They all speak at once.

ESTRAGON:
Each one to itself.
Silence.

VLADIMIR:
Rather they whisper.

ESTRAGON:
They rustle.

VLADIMIR:
They murmur.

ESTRAGON:
They rustle.
Silence.

VLADIMIR:
What do they say?

ESTRAGON:
They talk about their lives.

VLADIMIR:
To have lived is not enough for them.

ESTRAGON:
They have to talk about it.

VLADIMIR:
To be dead is not enough for them.

ESTRAGON:
It is not sufficient.
Silence.

VLADIMIR:
They make a noise like feathers.

ESTRAGON:
Like leaves.

VLADIMIR:
Likes ashes.

ESTRAGON:
Like leaves.
Long silence.

VLADIMIR:
Say something!

ESTRAGON:
I'm trying.
Long silence.

VLADIMIR:
(in anguish). Say anything at all!

ESTRAGON:
What do we do now?

VLADIMIR:
Wait for Godot.

ESTRAGON:
Ah!
Silence.

VLADIMIR:
This is awful!

ESTRAGON:
Sing something.

VLADIMIR:
No no! (He reflects.) We could start all over again perhaps.

ESTRAGON:
That should be easy.

VLADIMIR:
It's the start that's difficult.

ESTRAGON:
You can start from anything.

VLADIMIR:
Yes, but you have to decide.

ESTRAGON:
True.
Silence.

VLADIMIR:
Help me!

ESTRAGON:
I'm trying.
Silence.

VLADIMIR:
When you seek you hear.

ESTRAGON:
You do.

VLADIMIR:
That prevents you from finding.

ESTRAGON:
It does.

VLADIMIR:
That prevents you from thinking.

ESTRAGON:
You think all the same.

VLADIMIR:
No no, it's impossible.

ESTRAGON:
That's the idea, let's contradict each another.

VLADIMIR:
Impossible.

ESTRAGON:
You think so?

VLADIMIR:
We're in no danger of ever thinking any more.

ESTRAGON:
Then what are we complaining about?

VLADIMIR:
Thinking is not the worst.

ESTRAGON:
Perhaps not. But at least there's that.

VLADIMIR:
That what?

ESTRAGON:
That's the idea, let's ask each other questions.

VLADIMIR:
What do you mean, at least there's that?

ESTRAGON:
That much less misery.

VLADIMIR:
True.

ESTRAGON:
Well? If we gave thanks for our mercies?

VLADIMIR:
What is terrible is to have thought.

ESTRAGON:
But did that ever happen to us?

VLADIMIR:
Where are all these corpses from?

ESTRAGON:
These skeletons.