go on waiting . . . waiting . . . let me think . . . it's coming . . . go on waiting . . . now that we're happy . . . let me see . . . ah! The tree!
ESTRAGON: The tree?
VLADIMIR: Do you not remember?
ESTRAGON: I'm tired.
VLADIMIR: Look at it. They look at the tree.
ESTRAGON: I see nothing.
VLADIMIR: But yesterday evening it was all black and bare. And now it's covered with leaves.
ESTRAGON: Leaves?
VLADIMIR: In a single night.
ESTRAGON: It must be the Spring.
VLADIMIR: But in a single night!
ESTRAGON: I tell you we weren't here yesterday. Another of your nightmares.
VLADIMIR: And where were we yesterday evening according to you?
ESTRAGON: How would I know? In another compartment. There's no lack of void.
VLADIMIR: (sure of himself). Good. We weren't here yesterday evening. Now what did we do yesterday evening?
ESTRAGON: Do?
VLADIMIR: Try and remember.
ESTRAGON: Do . . . I suppose we blathered.
VLADIMIR: (controlling himself). About what?
ESTRAGON: Oh . . . this and that I suppose, nothing in particular. (With assurance.) Yes, now I remember, yesterday evening we spent blathering about nothing in particular. That's been going on now for half a century.
VLADIMIR: You don't remember any fact, any circumstance?
ESTRAGON: (weary). Don't torment me, Didi.
VLADIMIR: The sun. The moon. Do you not remember?
ESTRAGON: They must have been there, as usual.
VLADIMIR: You didn't notice anything out of the ordinary?
ESTRAGON: Alas!
VLADIMIR: And Pozzo? And Lucky?
ESTRAGON: Pozzo?
VLADIMIR: The bones.
ESTRAGON: They were like fishbones.
VLADIMIR: It was Pozzo gave them to you.
ESTRAGON: I don't know.
VLADIMIR: And the kick.
ESTRAGON: That's right, someone gave me a kick.
VLADIMIR: It was Lucky gave it to you.
ESTRAGON: And all that was yesterday?
VLADIMIR: Show me your leg.
ESTRAGON: Which?
VLADIMIR: Both. Pull up your trousers. (Estragon gives a leg to Vladimir, staggers. Vladimir takes the leg. They stagger.) Pull up your trousers.
ESTRAGON: I can't. Vladimir pulls up the trousers, looks at the leg, lets it go. Estragon almost falls.
VLADIMIR: The other. (Estragon gives the same leg.) The other, pig! (Estragon gives the other leg. Triumphantly.) There's the wound! Beginning to fester!
ESTRAGON: And what about it?
VLADIMIR: (letting go the leg). What are your boots?
ESTRAGON: I must have thrown them away.
VLADIMIR: When?
ESTRAGON: I don't know.
VLADIMIR: Why?
ESTRAGON: (exasperated). I don't know why I don't know!
VLADIMIR: No, I mean why did you throw them away?
ESTRAGON: (exasperated). Because they were hurting me!
VLADIMIR: (triumphantly, pointing to the boots). There they are! (Estragon looks at the boots.) At the very spot where you left them yesterday! Estragon goes towards the boots, inspects them closely.
ESTRAGON: They're not mine.
VLADIMIR: (stupefied). Not yours!
ESTRAGON: Mine were black. These are brown.
VLADIMIR: You're sure yours were black?
ESTRAGON: Well they were a kind of gray.
VLADIMIR: And these are brown. Show me.
ESTRAGON: (picking up a boot). Well they're a kind of green.
VLADIMIR: Show me. (Estragon hands him the boot. Vladimir inspects it, throws it down angrily.) Well of all the�
ESTRAGON: You see, all that's a lot of bloody�
VLADIMIR: Ah! I see what it is. Yes, I see what's happened.
ESTRAGON: All that's a lot of bloody�
VLADIMIR: It's elementary. Someone came and took yours and left you his.
ESTRAGON: Why?
VLADIMIR: His were too tight for him, so he took yours.
ESTRAGON: But mine were too tight.
VLADIMIR: For you. Not for him.
ESTRAGON: (having tried in vain to work it out). I'm tired! (Pause.) Let's