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1、Waiting for Godot tragicomedy in 2 acts By Samuel BeckettEstragonVladimirLuckyPozzoa boyACT IA country road. A tree.Evening.Estragon, sitting on a low mound, is trying to take off his boot. He pulls at it with both hands, panting. He gives up, exhausted, rests, tries again. As before. Enter Vladimir
2、. ESTRAGON: (giving up again). Nothing to be done. VLADIMIR: (advancing with short, stiff strides, legs wide apart). Im beginning to come round to that opinion. All my life Ive tried to put it from me, saying Vladimir, be reasonable, you havent yet tried everything. And I resumed the struggle. (He b
3、roods, musing on the struggle. Turning to Estragon.) So there you are again. ESTRAGON: Am I? VLADIMIR: Im glad to see you back. I thought you were gone forever. ESTRAGON: Me too. VLADIMIR: Together again at last! Well have to celebrate this. But how? (He reflects.) Get up till I embrace you. ESTRAGO
4、N: (irritably). Not now, not now. VLADIMIR: (hurt, coldly). May one inquire where His Highness spent the night? ESTRAGON: In a ditch. VLADIMIR: (admiringly). A ditch! Where? ESTRAGON: (without gesture). Over there. VLADIMIR: And they didnt beat you? ESTRAGON: Beat me? Certainly they beat me. VLADIMI
5、R: The same lot as usual? ESTRAGON: The same? I dont know. VLADIMIR: When I think of it . . . all these years . . . but for me . . . where would you be . . . (Decisively.) Youd be nothing more than a little heap of bones at the present minute, no doubt about it. ESTRAGON: And what of it? VLADIMIR: (
6、gloomily). Its too much for one man. (Pause. Cheerfully.) On the other hand whats the good of losing heart now, thats what I say. We should have thought of it a million years ago, in the nineties. ESTRAGON: Ah stop blathering and help me off with this bloody thing. VLADIMIR: Hand in hand from the to
7、p of the Eiffel Tower, among the first. We were respectable in those days. Now its too late. They wouldnt even let us up. (Estragon tears at his boot.) What are you doing? ESTRAGON: Taking off my boot. Did that never happen to you? VLADIMIR: Boots must be taken off every day, Im tired telling you th
8、at. Why dont you listen to me? ESTRAGON: (feebly). Help me! VLADIMIR: It hurts? ESTRAGON: (angrily). Hurts! He wants to know if it hurts! VLADIMIR: (angrily). No one ever suffers but you. I dont count. Id like to hear what youd say if you had what I have. ESTRAGON: It hurts? VLADIMIR: (angrily). Hur
9、ts! He wants to know if it hurts! ESTRAGON: (pointing). You might button it all the same. VLADIMIR: (stooping). True. (He buttons his fly.) Never neglect the little things of life. ESTRAGON: What do you expect, you always wait till the last moment. VLADIMIR: (musingly). The last moment . . . (He med
10、itates.) Hope deferred maketh the something sick, who said that? ESTRAGON: Why dont you help me? VLADIMIR: Sometimes I feel it coming all the same. Then I go all queer. (He takes off his hat, peers inside it, feels about inside it, shakes it, puts it on again.) How shall I say? Relieved and at the s
11、ame time . . . (he searches for the word) . . . appalled. (With emphasis.) AP-PALLED. (He takes off his hat again, peers inside it.) Funny. (He knocks on the crown as though to dislodge a foreign body, peers into it again, puts it on again.) Nothing to be done. (Estragon with a supreme effort succee
12、ds in pulling off his boot. He peers inside it, feels about inside it, turns it upside down, shakes it, looks on the ground to see if anything has fallen out, finds nothing, feels inside it again, staring sightlessly before him.) Well? ESTRAGON: Nothing. VLADIMIR: Show me. ESTRAGON: Theres nothing t
13、o show. VLADIMIR: Try and put it on again. ESTRAGON: (examining his foot). Ill air it for a bit. VLADIMIR: Theres man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet. (He takes off his hat again, peers inside it, feels about inside it, knocks on the crown, blows into it, puts it on aga
14、in.) This is getting alarming. (Silence. Vladimir deep in thought, Estragon pulling at his toes.) One of the thieves was saved. (Pause.) Its a reasonable percentage. (Pause.) Gogo. ESTRAGON: What? VLADIMIR: Suppose we repented. ESTRAGON: Repented what? VLADIMIR: Oh . . . (He reflects.) We wouldnt ha
15、ve to go into the details. ESTRAGON: Our being born? Vladimir breaks into a hearty laugh which he immediately stifles, his hand pressed to his pubis, his face contorted. VLADIMIR: One darent even laugh any more. ESTRAGON: Dreadful privation. VLADIMIR: Merely smile. (He smiles suddenly from ear to ear, keeps smiling, ceases as suddenly.) Its not the same thing. Nothing to be done. (Pause.) Gogo. ESTRAGON: (irritably). What is it? VLADIMIR: Did you ever read the Bible? ESTRAGON: The Bible . . . (He reflects.) I
