ESTRAGON: you say we have to come back tomorrow?
VLADIMIR: yes
ESTRAGON: then we can bring a good bit of rope
VLADIMIR: yes
silence
ESTRAGON: didi
VLADIMIR: yes
ESTRAGON: I can’t go on like this
VLADIMIR: that’s what you think
ESTRAGON: if we parted? That might be better for us
VLADIMIR: we’ll hang ourselves tomorrow (pause) unless Godot comes
ESTRAGON: and if he comes?
VLADIMIR: we’ll be saved
ESTRAGON: well? Shall we go?
VLADIMIR: pull on your trousers
ESTRAGON: what?
VLADIMIR: pull on your trousers
ESTRAGON: you want me to pull off my trousers
VLADIMIR: pull ON your trousers
ESTRAGON: (realising his trousers are down) True
he pulls up his trousers
VLADIMIR: well? Shall we go?
ESTRAGON: yes, lets go
they do not move
CURTAIN
godot (clay)
3 dead rats (potatoes)
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