you a native of these parts? [ Silence .]Do you belong to these parts?
BOY: Yes, sir.
ESTRAGON: That’s all a pack of lies. [ Shaking the BOY by the arm. ] Tell us the truth.
BOY: [ Trembling. ]But it is the truth, sir!
VLADIMIR: Will you let him alone! What’s the matter with you? [ ESTRAGON releases the BOY , moves away, covering his face with his hands. VLADIMIR and the BOY observe him. ESTRAGON drops his hands. His face is convulsed. ] What’s the matter with you?
ESTRAGON: I’m unhappy.
VLADIMIR: Not really! Since when?
ESTRAGON: I’d forgotten.
VLADIMIR: Extraordinary the tricks that memory plays! [ ESTRAGON tries to speak, renounces, limps to his place, sits down and begins to take off his boots. To BOY .] Well?
BOY: Mr Godot –
VLADIMIR: I’ve seen you before, haven’t I?
BOY: I don’t know sir.
VLADIMIR: You don’t know me?
BOY: No, sir.
VLADIMIR: It wasn’t you came yesterday?
BOY: No, sir.
VLADIMIR: This is your first time?
BOY: Yes, sir.
[ Silence .]
VLADIMIR: Words, words. [ Pause. ]Speak.
BOY: [ In a rush. ]Mr Godot told me to tell you he won’t come this evening but surely tomorrow.
[ Silence. ]
VLADIMIR: Is that all?
BOY: Yes, sir.
[ Silence .]
VLADIMIR: You work for Mr Godot?
BOY: Yes, sir.
VLADIMIR: What do you do?
BOY: I mind the goats, sir.
VLADIMIR: Is he good to you?
BOY: Yes, sir.
VLADIMIR: He doesn’t beat you?
BOY: No, sir, not me.
VLADIMIR: Whom does he beat?
BOY: He beats my brother, sir.
VLADIMIR: Ah, you have a brother?
BOY: Yes, sir.
VLADIMIR: What does he do?
BOY: He minds the sheep, sir.
VLADIMIR: And why doesn’t he beat you?
BOY: I don’t know, sir.
VLADIMIR: He must be fond of you.
BOY: I don’t know, sir.
[ Silence .]
VLADIMIR: Does he give you enough to eat? [ The BOY hesitates. ]Does he feed you well?
BOY: Fairly well, sir.
VLADIMIR: You’re not unhappy: [ The BOY hesitates .]Do you hear me?
BOY: Yes, sir.
VLADIMIR: Well?
BOY: I don’t know, sir.
VLADIMIR: You don’t know if you’re unhappy or not?
BOY: No, sir.
VLADIMIR: You’re as bad as myself. [ Silence .]Where do you sleep?
BOY: In the loft, sir.
VLADIMIR: With your brother?
BOY: Yes, sir.
VLADIMIR: In the hay?
BOY: Yes, sir.
[ Silence .]
VLADIMIR: All right, you may go.
BOY: What am I to say to Mr Godot, sir?
VLADIMIR: Tell him … [ He hesitates ]…tell him you saw us. [ Pause. ]You did see us, didn’t you?
BOY: Yes, sir.
[ He steps back, hesitates, turns and exit running. The light suddenly fails. In a moment it is night. The moon rises at back, mounts in the sky, stands still, shedding a pale light on the scene .]
VLADIMIR: At last! [ ESTRAGON gets up and goes towards VLADIMIR , a boot in each hand. He puts them down at the edge of stage, straightens and contemplates the moon. ] What are you doing?
ESTRAGON: Pale for weariness.
VLADIMIR: Eh?
ESTRAGON: Of climbing heaven and gazing on the likes of us.
VLADIMIR: Your boots. What are you doing with your boots?
ESTRAGON: [ Turning to look at the boots .]I’m leaving themthere. [ Pause. ] Another will come, just as … as … as me, but with smaller feet, and they’ll make
him happy.
VLADIMIR: But you can’t go barefoot!
ESTRAGON: Christ did.
VLADIMIR: Christ! What’s Christ got to do with it? You’re not going to compare yourself to
Christ!
ESTRAGON: All my life I’ve compared myself to him.
VLADIMIR: But where he lived it was warm, it was dry!
ESTRAGON: Yes. And they crucified quick.
[ Silence. ]
VLADIMIR: We’ve nothing more to do here.
ESTRAGON: Nor anywhere else.
VLADIMIR: Ah Gogo, don’t go on like that. Tomorrow everything will be better.
ESTRAGON: How do you make that out?
VLADIMIR: Did you not hear what the child said?
ESTRAGON: No.
VLADIMIR: He said that Godot was sure to come tomorrow. [ Pause. ]What do you say to that?
ESTRAGON: Then all we have to do is to wait on here.
VLADIMIR: Are you mad? We must take cover. [ He takes ESTRAGON by the