Waiting for Godot Page #3

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I'm curious to hear what he has to offer.

Then we'll take it or leave it.

What exactly did we ask him for?

Were you not there?

I can't have been listening.

Oh... Nothing very definite.

A kind of prayer.

- Precisely.

- A vague supplication.

Exactly.

- And what did he reply?

- That he'd see.

That he couldn't promise anything.

That he'd have to think it over.

- In the quiet of his home.

- Consult his family.

- His friends.

- His agents.

- His correspondents.

- His books.

His bank account.

Before taking a decision.

- It's the normal thing.

- Is it not?

- I think it is.

- I think so too.

And we?

- I beg your pardon?

- I said, And we?

I don't understand.

- Where do we come in?

- Come in?

Take your time.

Come in?

On our hands and knees.

As bad as that?

Your Worship wishes to assert

his prerogatives?

We've no rights any more?

You'd make me laugh if it wasn't

prohibited.

We've lost our rights?

We got rid of them.

We're not tied?

We're not?

Listen!

I hear nothing.

Nor I.

-You gave me a fright.

-I thought it was he.

Who?

Godot.

The wind in the reeds.

I could have sworn I heard shouts.

And why would he shout?

At his horse.

Lets go.

Where?

Perhaps, we slept tonight his loft

all snug and dry.

Your belly is for in the high,

thats what waiting for. No?

Not all night.

Its still day.

I'm hungry!

Do you want a carrot?

Is that all there is?

I might have some turnips.

Give me a carrot.

It's a turnip!

Oh pardon! I could have sworn

it was a carrot.

All that's turnips.

You must have eaten the last.

Wait, I have it.

There, dear fellow. Give me the

turnip.

Make it last, that's the end of them.

I asked you a question.

-Did you reply?

-How's the carrot?

It's a carrot.

So much the better, so much the

better.

Well!. What was it you wanted

to know?

I've forgotten.

That's what annoys me.

I'll never forget this carrot.

Ah yes, now I remember.

Well?

We're not tied?

I don't hear a word you're saying.

I'm asking you if we're tied.

Tied?

Ti-ed.

How do you mean tied?

Down.

But to whom? By whom?

To your man.

To Godot? Tied to Godot!

What an idea!

No question of it.

For the moment.

His name is Godot?

I think so.

Ah Yes.

Funny, the more you eat the

worse it gets.

With me it's just the opposite.

In other words?

I get used to the muck as I go along.

- Is that the opposite?

- Question of temperament.

Of character.

Nothing you can do about it.

- No use struggling.

- One is what one is.

No use wriggling.

The essential doesn't change.

Nothing to be done.

Do you like to finish it?

On!

Back!

Let me go!

Stay where you are!

Be careful!

He's wicked.

With strangers.

- Is that him?

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