《等待戈多》剧本(英文版).docVIP

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. 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 broods, 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. ESTRAGON: (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. VLADIMIR: 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: (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 top of the Eiffel Tower, among the first. We were respectable in those days. Now its too late. They wouldnt even let us up. (Estragon t