Waiting for Godot

by Samuel Beckett

Look! (All look at the sky except Lucky who is dozing off again. Pozzo jerks the rope.) Will you look at the sky, pig! (Lucky looks at the sky.) Good, that’s enough. (They stop looking at the sky.)

POZZO: I don’t seem to be able . . . (long hesitation) . . . to depart. ESTRAGON: Such is life.

VLADIMIR: That passed the time. ESTRAGON: It would have passed in any case. VLADIMIR: Yes, but not so rapidly.

ESTRAGON: Why don’t we hang ourselves? VLADIMIR: With what? ESTRAGON: You haven’t got a bit of rope? VLADIMIR: No. ESTRAGON: Then we can’t. Silence. VLADIMIR: Let’s go. ESTRAGON: Wait, there’s my belt. VLADIMIR: It’s too short. ESTRAGON: You could hang on to my legs. VLADIMIR: And who’d hang on to mine? ESTRAGON: True.