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Pyrenees.
    VLADIMIR: Wherever you like.
    ESTRAGON: I’ve always wanted to wander in the Pyrenees.
    VLADIMIR: You’ll wander in them.
    ESTRAGON: [ Recoiling. ]Who farted?
    VLADIMIR: Pozzo.
    POZZO: Here! Here! Pity!
    ESTRAGON: It’s revolting!
    VLADIMIR: Quick! Give me your hand.
    ESTRAGON: I’m going. [ Pause. Louder. ]I’m going.
    VLADIMIR: Well I suppose in the end I’ll get up by myself. [ He tries, fails. ]In the fullness of time.
    ESTRAGON: What’s the matter with you?
    VLADIMIR: Go to hell.
    ESTRAGON: Are you staying there?
    VLADIMIR: For the time being.
    ESTRAGON: Come on, get up, you’ll catch a chill.
    VLADIMIR: Don’t worry about me.
    ESTRAGON: Come on, Didi, don’t be pig-headed.
    [ He stretches out his hand which VLADIMIR makes haste to seize. ]
    VLADIMIR: Pull!
    [ ESTRAGON pulls, stumbles, falls. Long silence. ]
    POZZO: Help!
    VLADIMIR: We’ve arrived.
    POZZO: Who are you?
    VLADIMIR: We are men.
    [ Silence. ]
    ESTRAGON: Sweet mother earth!
    VLADIMIR: Can you get up?
    ESTRAGON: I don’t know.
    VLADIMIR: Try.
    ESTRAGON: Not now, not now.
    [ Silence. ]
    POZZO: What happened?
    VLADIMIR: [ Violently. ]Will you stop it, you! Pest! He thinks of nothing but himself!
    ESTRAGON: What about a little snooze?
    VLADIMIR: Did you hear him? He wants to know what happened!
    ESTRAGON: Don’t mind him. Sleep.
    [ Silence. ]
    POZZO: Pity! Pity!
    ESTRAGON: [ With a start. ]What is it?
    VLADIMIR: Were you asleep?
    ESTRAGON: I must have been.
    VLADIMIR: It’s this bastard Pozzo at it again.
    ESTRAGON: Make him stop it. Kick him in the crotch.
    VLADIMIR: [ Striking POZZO .] Will you stop it! Crablouse! [ POZZO extricates himself with cries of pain and crawls away. He stops, saws the air blindly, calling for help. VLADIMIR , propped on his elbow, observes his retreat. ] He’s off! [ POZZO collapses. ] He’s down!
    ESTRAGON: What do we do now?
    VLADIMIR: Perhaps I could crawl to him.
    ESTRAGON: Don’t leave me!
    VLADIMIR: Or I could call to him.
    ESTRAGON: Yes, call to him.
    VLADIMIR: Pozzo! [ Silence .] Pozzo! [ Silence. ] No reply.
    ESTRAGON: Together.

    VLADIMIR: He moved.
    ESTRAGON: Are you sure his name is Pozzo?
    VLADIMIR: [ Alarmed. ]Mr Pozzo! Come back! We won’t hurt you!
    [ Silence. ]
    ESTRAGON: We might try him with other names.
    VLADIMIR: I’m afraid he’s dying.
    ESTRAGON: It’d be amusing.
    VLADIMIR: What’d be amusing?
    ESTRAGON: To try with other names, one after the other. It’d pass the time. And we’d be bound
     to hit on the right one sooner or later.
    VLADIMIR: I tell you his name is Pozzo.
    ESTRAGON: We’ll soon see. [ He reflects. ]Abel! Abel!
    POZZO: Help!
    ESTRAGON: Got it in one!
    VLADIMIR: I begin to weary of this motif.
    ESTRAGON: Perhaps the other is called Cain. Cain! Cain!
    POZZO: Help!
    ESTRAGON: He’s all humanity. [ Silence. ]Look at the little cloud.
    VLADIMIR: [ Raising his eyes. ]Where?
    ESTRAGON: There. In the zenith.
    VLADIMIR: Well? [ Pause. ]What is there so wonderful about it?
    [ Silence. ]
    ESTRAGON: Let’s pass on now to something else, do you mind?
    VLADIMIR: I was just going to suggest it.
    ESTRAGON: But to what?
    VLADIMIR: Ah!
    [ Silence. ]
    ESTRAGON: Suppose we got up to begin with.
    VLADIMIR: No harm in trying.
    [ They get up. ]
    ESTRAGON: Child’s play.
    VLADIMIR: Simple question of will-power.
    ESTRAGON: And now?
    POZZO: Help!
    ESTRAGON: Let’s go.
    VLADIMIR: We can’t.
    ESTRAGON: Why not?
    VLADIMIR: We’re waiting for Godot.
    ESTRAGON: Ah! [ Despairing. ]What’ll we do, what’ll we do!
    POZZO: Help!
    VLADIMIR: What about helping him?
    ESTRAGON: What does he want?
    VLADIMIR: He wants to get up.
    ESTRAGON: Then why doesn’t he?
    VLADIMIR: He wants us to help him to get up.
    ESTRAGON: Then why don’t we? What are we waiting for? [ They help POZZO to his feet, let him go. He falls .]
    VLADIMIR: We must hold him. [ They get him up again.   POZZO sags between them, his arms round their necks .] Feeling better?
    POZZO: Who are you?
    VLADIMIR: Do you not