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earth namely
     the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth
     abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred
     and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps
     the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite
     of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short
     in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the
     skull to shrink and waste and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons
     unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so
     blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara
     in spite of the tennis the labours abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of
     stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara
     in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard [ Mêlée, final vociferations ]tennis … the stones … so calm … Cunard … unfinished …
    POZZO: His hat!
[ VLADIMIR seizes LUCKY ’
s
hat. Silence of   LUCKY . He falls. Silence. Panting of the victors .]
    ESTRAGON: Avenged!
[ VLADIMIR examines the hat, peers inside it .]
    POZZO: Give me that! [ He snatches the hat from   VLADIMIR , throws it on the ground, tramples on it .]There’s an end to his thinking!
    VLADIMIR: But will he be able to walk?
    POZZO: Walk or crawl! [ He kicks   LUCKY .] Up pig!
    ESTRAGON: Perhaps he’s dead.
    VLADIMIR: You’ll kill him.
    POZZO: Up scum! [ He jerks the rope .]Help me!
    VLADIMIR: How?
    POZZO: Raise him up!
[ VLADIMIR and ESTRAGON hoist   LUCKY to his feet, support him an instant, then let him go. He falls .]
    ESTRAGON: He’s doing it on purpose!
    POZZO: You must hold him. [ Pause .]Come on, come on, raise him up!
    ESTRAGON: To hell with him!
    VLADIMIR: Come on, once more.
    ESTRAGON: What does he take us for?
[ They raise   LUCKY , hold him up. ]
    POZZO: Don’t let him go! [ VLADIMIR
and
  ESTRAGON totter .] Don’t move! [ POZZO fetches bag and basket and brings them towards LUCKY .] Hold him tight! [ He puts the bag in   LUCKY
’s
hand.   LUCKY drops it immediately .]Don’t let him go! [ He puts back the bag in   LUCKY ’
s
hand. Gradually, at the feel of the bag, LUCKY recovers his senses and his fingers close round the handle .]Hold him tight! [ As before with basket .]Now! You can let him go. [ VLADIMIR and   ESTRAGON move away from LUCKY , who totters, reels, sags, but succeeds in remaining on his feet, bag and basket in his hands.   POZZO steps back, cracks his whip .]Forward! [ LUCKY totters forward. ]Back! [ LUCKY   totters back .]Turn! [ LUCKY turns .]Done it! He can walk. [ Turning towards VLADIMIR and  ESTRAGON .] Thank you gentlemen, and let me … [ He fumbles in his pockets ]…let me wish you … [ Fumbles ]… wish you … [ Fumbles ] … what have I done with my watch? [ Fumbles .]A genuine half-hunter, gentlemen, with deadbeat escapement! [ Sobbing. ]’Twas my granpa gave it to me! [ He searches on the ground,  VLADIMIR and  ESTRAGON   likewise. POZZO turns over with his foot the remains of   LUCKY ’
s
hat. ]Well now, isn’t that just –
    VLADIMIR: Perhaps it’s in your fob.
    POZZO: Wait! [ He doubles up in an attempt to apply his ear to his stomach, listens. Silence .]I hear nothing. [ He beckons them to approach.  VLADIMIR and   ESTRAGON
go
towards him, bend over his stomach .]Surely one should hear the tick-tick.
    VLADIMIR: Silence!
[ All listen, bent double .]
    ESTRAGON: I hear something.
    POZZO: Where?
    VLADIMIR: It’s the heart.
    POZZO: [ Disappointed .]Damnation!
    VLADIMIR: Silence!
    ESTRAGON: Perhaps it has stopped.
[ They straighten up .]
    POZZO: Which of you smells so bad?
    ESTRAGON: He has stinking breath and I have stinking feet.
    POZZO: I must go.
    ESTRAGON: And your half-hunter?
    POZZO: I must have left it at the