I find this really most extraordinarily interesting. (Pause.) Come on, Gogo, return the ball, can't you, once in a way? ESTRAGON (with exaggerated enthusiasm). The four of them were there –or thereabouts– and only one speaks of a thief being saved. how is it –this is not boring you I hope– how is it that of the four Evangelists only one speaks of a thief being saved. One is supposed to have been saved and the other. One- ESTRAGON Our what? VLADIMIR Our Saviour. (Pause.) Two thieves, crucified at the same time as our Saviour. VLADIMIR Shall I tell it to you? ESTRAGON No. How's your foot? ESTRAGON Swelling visibly. (Gesture towards his rags.) Isn't that obvious? Silence. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. VLADIMIR Do you remember the Gospels ? ESTRAGON I remember the maps of the Holy Land.
(He reflects.) I must have taken a look at it. What is it? VLADIMIR Did you ever read the Bible? ESTRAGON The Bible. (He smiles suddenly from ear to ear, keeps smiling, ceases as suddenly.) It's not the same thing. ESTRAGON Our being born? (Vladimir breaks into a hearty laugh which he immediately stifles, his hand pressed to his pubis, his face contorted.) VLADIMIR One daren't even laugh any more. (He reflects.) We wouldn't have to go into the details. ESTRAGON What? VLADIMIR Suppose we repented.
Vladimir deep in thought, Estragon pulling at his toes.) One of the thieves was saved. (He takes off his hat again, peers inside it, feels about inside it, knocks on the crown, blows into it, puts it on again.) This is getting alarming. VLADIMIR There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet. He peers inside it, feels about inside it, turns it upside down, shakes it, looks on the ground to see if anything has fallen out, finds nothing, feels inside it again, staring sightlessly before him.) Well? ESTRAGON Nothing. (Estragon with a supreme effort succeeds in pulling off his boot. (He knocks on the crown as though to dislodge a foreign body, peers into it again, puts it on again.) Nothing to be done. (He takes off his hat again, peers inside it.) Funny. (He takes off his hat, peers inside it, feels about inside it, shakes it, puts it on again.) How shall I say? Relieved and at the same time. (He meditates.) Hope deferred maketh the something sick, who said that? ESTRAGON Why don't you help me? VLADIMIR Sometimes I feel it coming all the same.
ESTRAGON What do you expect, you always wait till the last moment. (He buttons his fly.) Never neglect the little things of life. Hurts! He wants to know if it hurts! ESTRAGON (pointing). I'd like to hear what you'd say if you had what I have. Hurts! He wants to know if it hurts! VLADIMIR (angrily). Help me! VLADIMIR It hurts ? ESTRAGON (angrily). Why don't you listen to me? ESTRAGON (feebly). Did that never happen to you? VLADIMIR Boots must be taken off every day, I'm tired telling you that. (Estragon tears at his boot.) What are you doing? ESTRAGON Taking off my boot. VLADIMIR Hand in hand from the top of the Eiffel Tower, among the first. ESTRAGON Ah stop blathering and help me off with this bloody thing.
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