Free Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett

relaxations.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Our elongations.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Our relaxations.
     
    VLADIMIR:
To warm us up.
     
    ESTRAGON:
To calm us down.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Off we go.
Vladimir hops from one foot to the other. Estragon imitates him.
     
    ESTRAGON:
(stopping). That's enough. I'm tired.
     
    VLADIMIR:
(stopping). We're not in shape. What about a little deep breathing?
     
    ESTRAGON:
I'm tired breathing.
     
    VLADIMIR:
You're right. (Pause.) Let's just do the tree, for the balance.
     
    ESTRAGON:
The tree?
Vladimir does the tree, staggering about on one leg.
     
    VLADIMIR:
(stopping). Your turn.
Estragon does the tree, staggers.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Do you think God sees me?
     
    VLADIMIR:
You must close your eyes.
Estragon closes his eyes, staggers worse.
     
    ESTRAGON:
(stopping, brandishing his fists, at the top of his voice.) God have pity on me!
     
    VLADIMIR:
(vexed). And me?
     
    ESTRAGON:
On me! On me! Pity! On me!
Enter Pozzo and Lucky. Pozzo is blind. Lucky burdened as before. Rope as
before, but much shorter, so that Pozzo may follow more easily. Lucky
wearing a different hat. At the sight of Vladimir and Estragon he stops short.
Pozzo, continuing on his way, bumps into him.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Gogo!
     
    POZZO:
(clutching onto Lucky who staggers). What is it? Who is it?
Lucky falls, drops everything and brings down Pozzo with him. They lie
helpless among the scattered baggage.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Is it Godot?
     
    VLADIMIR:
At last! (He goes towards the heap.) Reinforcements at last!
     
    POZZO:
Help!
     
    ESTRAGON:
Is it Godot?
     
    VLADIMIR:
We were beginning to weaken. Now we're sure to see the evening out.
     
    POZZO:
Help!
     
    ESTRAGON:
Do you hear him?
     
    VLADIMIR:
We are no longer alone, waiting for the night, waiting for Godot, waiting for .
. . waiting. All evening we have struggled, unassisted. Now it's over. It's
already tomorrow.
     
    POZZO:
Help!
     
    VLADIMIR:
Time flows again already. The sun will set, the moon rise, and we away . . .
from here.
     
    POZZO:
Pity!
     
    VLADIMIR:
Poor Pozzo!
     
    ESTRAGON:
I knew it was him.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Who?
     
    ESTRAGON:
Godot.
     
    VLADIMIR:
But it's not Godot.
     
    ESTRAGON:
It's not Godot?
     
    VLADIMIR:
It's not Godot.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Then who is it?
     
    VLADIMIR:
It's Pozzo.
     
    POZZO:
Here! Here! Help me up!
     
    VLADIMIR:
He can't get up.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Let's go.
     
    VLADIMIR:
We can't.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Why not?
     
    VLADIMIR:
We're waiting for Godot.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Ah!
     
    VLADIMIR:
Perhaps he has another bone for you.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Bone?
     
    VLADIMIR:
Chicken. Do you not remember?
     
    ESTRAGON:
It was him?
     
    VLADIMIR:
Yes.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Ask him.
     
    VLADIMIR:
Perhaps we should help him first.
     
    ESTRAGON:
To do what?
     
    VLADIMIR:
To get up.
     
    ESTRAGON:
He can't get up?
     
    VLADIMIR:
He wants to get up.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Then let him get up.
     
    VLADIMIR:
He can't.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Why not?
     
    VLADIMIR:
I don't know.
Pozzo writhes, groans, beats the ground with his fists.
     
    ESTRAGON:
We should ask him for the bone first. Then if he refuses we'll leave him there.
     
    VLADIMIR:
You mean we have him at our mercy?
     
    ESTRAGON:
Yes.
     
    VLADIMIR:
And that we should subordinate our good offices to certain conditions?
     
    ESTRAGON:
What?
     
    VLADIMIR:
That seems intelligent all right. But there's one thing I'm afraid of.
     
    POZZO:
Help!
     
    ESTRAGON:
What?
     
    VLADIMIR:
That Lucky might get going all of a sudden. Then we'd be ballocksed.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Lucky?
     
    VLADIMIR:
The one that went for you yesterday.
     
    ESTRAGON:
I tell you there was ten of them.
     
    VLADIMIR:
No, before that, the one that kicked you.
     
    ESTRAGON:
Is he there?
     
    VLADIMIR:
As large as life. (Gesture towards Lucky.) For the moment he is inert. But he
might run amuck any minute.
     
    POZZO:
Help!
     
    ESTRAGON:
And suppose we gave him a good beating the two of us?
     
    VLADIMIR:
You mean if we