"Endgame"

A PLAY IN ONE ACT

By

Samuel Beckett

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Bare interior.

Grey Light.

Left and right back, high up, two small windows, curtains drawn.

Front right, a door. Hanging near door, its face to wall, a picture.

Front left, touching each other, covered with an old sheet, two ashbins.

Center, in an armchair on castors, covered with an old sheet, Hamm.

Motionless by the door, his eyes fixed on Hamm, Clov. Very red face.

Brief tableau.

Clov goes and stands under window left. Stiff, staggering walk. He looks up at window left. He turns and looks at window right. He goes and stands under window right. He looks up at window right. He turns and looks at window left. He goes out, comes back immediately with a small step-ladder, carries it over and sets it down under window left, gets up on it, draws back curtain. He gets down, takes six steps (for example) towards window right, goes back for ladder, carries it over and sets it down under window right, gets up on it, draws back curtain. He gets down, takes three steps towards window left, goes back for ladder, carries it over and sets it down under window left, gets up on it, looks out of window. Brief laugh. He gets down, takes one step towards window right, goes back for ladder, carries it over and sets it down under window right, gets up on it, looks out of window. Brief laugh. He gets down, goes with ladder towards ashbins, halts, turns, carries back ladder and sets it down under window right, goes to ashbins, removes sheet covering them, folds it over his arm. He raises one lid, stoops and looks into bin. Brief laugh. He closes lid. Same with other bin. He goes to Hamm, removes sheet covering him, folds it over his arm. In a dressing-gown, a stiff toque on his head, a large blood-stained handkerchief over his face, a whistle hanging from his neck, a rug over his knees, thick socks on his feet, Hamm seems to be asleep. Clov looks him over. Brief laugh. He goes to door, halts, turns towards auditorium.

CLOV (fixed gaze, tonelessly):

Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished.

(Pause.)

Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap.

(Pause.)

I can't be punished any more.

(Pause.)

I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me.

(Pause.)

Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I'll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me.

(He remains a moment motionless, then goes out. He comes back immediately, goes to window right, takes up the ladder and carries it out. Pause. Hamm stirs. He yawns under the handkerchief. He removes the handkerchief from his face. Very red face. Glasses with black lenses.)

HAMM:

Me---

(he yawns)

---to play.

(He takes off his glasses, wipes his eyes, his face, the glasses, puts them on again, folds the handkerchief and puts it back neatly in the breast pocket of his dressing gown. He clears his throat, joins the tips of his fingers.)

Can there be misery---

(he yawns)

---loftier than mine? No doubt. Formerly. But now?

(Pause.)

My father?

(Pause.)

My mother?

(Pause.)

My... dog?

(Pause.)

Oh I am willing to believe they suffer as much as such creatures can suffer. But does that mean their sufferings equal mine? No doubt.

(Pause.)

No, all is a---

(he yawns)

---bsolute,

(proudly)

the bigger a man is the fuller he is.

(Pause. Gloomily.)

And the emptier.

(He sniffs.)

Clov!

(Pause.)

No, alone.

(Pause.)

What dreams! Those forests!

(Pause.)

Enough, it's time it ended, in the shelter, too.

(Pause.)

And yet I hesitate, I hesitate to... to end. Yes, there it is, it's time it ended and yet I hesitate to---

(He yawns.)

---to end.

(Yawns.)

God, I'm tired, I'd be better off in bed.

(He whistles. Enter Clov immediately. He halts beside the chair.)

You pollute the air!

(Pause.)

Get me ready, I'm going to bed.

CLOV:

I've just got you up.

HAMM:

And what of it?

CLOV:

I can't be getting you up and putting you to bed every five minutes, I have things to do.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

Did you ever see my eyes?

CLOV:

No.

HAMM:

Did you never have the curiosity, while I was sleeping, to take off my glasses and look at my eyes?

CLOV:

Pulling back the lids?

(Pause.)

No.

HAMM:

One of these days I'll show them to you.

(Pause.)

It seems they've gone all white.

(Pause.)

What time is it?

CLOV:

The same as usual.

HAMM (gesture towards window right):

Have you looked?

CLOV:

Yes.

HAMM:

Well?

CLOV:

Zero.

HAMM:

It'd need to rain.

CLOV:

It won't rain.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

Apart from that, how do you feel?

CLOV:

I don't complain.

HAMM:

You feel normal?

CLOV (irritably):

I tell you I don't complain.

HAMM:

I feel a little strange.

(Pause.)

Clov!

CLOV:

Yes.

HAMM:

Have you not had enough?

CLOV:

Yes!

(Pause.)

Of what?

HAMM:

Of this... this... thing.

CLOV:

I always had.

(Pause.)

Not you?

HAMM (gloomily):

Then there's no reason for it to change.

CLOV:

It may end.

(Pause.)

All life long the same questions, the same answers.

HAMM:

Get me ready.

(Clov does not move.)

Go and get the sheet.

(Clov does not move.)

Clov!

CLOV:

Yes.

HAMM:

I'll give you nothing more to eat.

CLOV:

Then we'll die.

HAMM:

I'll give you just enough to keep you from dying. You'll be hungry all the time.

CLOV:

Then we won't die.

(Pause.)

I'll go and get the sheet.

(He goes towards the door.)

HAMM:

No!

(Clov halts.)

I'll give you one biscuit per day.

(Pause.)

One and a half.

(Pause.)

Why do you stay with me?

CLOV:

Why do you keep me?

HAMM:

There's no one else.

CLOV:

There's nowhere else.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

You're leaving me all the same.

CLOV:

I'm trying.

HAMM:

You don't love me.

CLOV:

No.

HAMM:

You loved me once.

CLOV:

Once!

HAMM:

I've made you suffer too much.

(Pause.)

Haven't I?

CLOV:

It's not that.

HAMM:

I haven't made you suffer too much?

CLOV:

Yes!

HAMM (relieved):

Ah, you gave me a fright!

(Pause. Coldly)

Forgive me.

(Pause. Louder.)

I said, Forgive me.

CLOV:

I heard you.

(Pause.)

Have you bled?

HAMM:

Less.

(Pause.)

Is it not time for my pain-killer?

CLOV:

No.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

How are your eyes?

CLOV:

Bad.

HAMM:

How are your legs?

CLOV:

Bad.

HAMM:

But you can move.

CLOV:

Yes.

HAMM (violently):

Then move!

(Clov goes to back wall, leans against it with his forehead and hands.)

Where are you?

CLOV:

Here.

HAMM:

Come back!

(Clov returns to his place beside the chair.)

Where are you?

CLOV:

Here.

HAMM:

Why don't you kill me?

CLOV:

I don't know the combination of the cupboard.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

Go and get two bicycle-wheels.

CLOV:

There are no more bicycle-wheels.

HAMM:

What have you done with your bicycle?

CLOV:

I never had a bicycle.

HAMM:

The thing is impossible.

CLOV:

When there were still bicycles I wept to have one. I crawled at your feet. You told me to go to hell. Now there are none.

HAMM:

And your rounds? When you inspected my paupers. Always on foot?

CLOV:

Sometimes on horse.

(The lid of one of the bins lifts and the hands of Nagg appear,

gripping the rim. Then his head emerges. Nightcap. Very white face.

Nagg yawns, then listens.)

I'll leave you, I have things to do.

HAMM:

In your kitchen?

CLOV:

Yes.

HAMM:

Outside of here it's death.

(Pause.)

All right, be off.

(Exit Clov. Pause.)

We're getting on.

NAGG:

Me pap!

HAMM:

Accursed progenitor!

NAGG:

Me pap!

HAMM:

The old folks at home! No decency left! Guzzle, guzzle, that's all they think of.

(He whistles. Enter Clov. He halts beside the chair.)

Well! I thought you were leaving me.

CLOV:

Oh not just yet, not just yet.

NAGG:

Me pap!

HAMM:

Give him his pap.

CLOV:

There's no more pap.

HAMM (to Nagg):

Do you hear that? There's no more pap. You'll never get any more pap.

NAGG:

I want me pap!

HAMM:

Give him a biscuit.

(Exit Clov.)

Accursed fornicator! How are your stumps?

NAGG:

Never mind me stumps.

(Enter Clov with biscuit.)

CLOV:

I'm back again, with the biscuit.

(He gives biscuit to Nagg who fingers it, sniffs it.)

NAGG (plaintively):

What is it?

CLOV:

Spratt's medium.

NAGG (as before):

It's hard! I can't!

HAMM:

Bottle him!

(Clov pushes Nagg back into the bin, closes the lid.)

CLOV (returning to his place beside the chair):

If age but knew!

HAMM:

Sit on him!

CLOV:

I can't sit.

HAMM:

True. And I can't stand.

CLOV:

So it is.

HAMM:

Every man his specialty.

(Pause.)

No phone calls?

(Pause.)

Don't we laugh?

CLOV (after reflection):

I don't feel like it.

HAMM (after reflection):

Nor I.

(Pause.)

Clov!

CLOV:

Yes.

HAMM:

Nature has forgotten us.

CLOV:

There's no more nature.

HAMM:

No more nature! You exaggerate.

CLOV:

In the vicinity.

HAMM:

But we breathe, we change! We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom! Our ideals!

CLOV:

Then she hasn't forgotten us.

HAMM:

But you say there is none.

CLOV (sadly):

No one that ever lived ever thought so crooked as we.

HAMM:

We do what we can.

CLOV:

We shouldn't.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

You're a bit of all right, aren't you?

CLOV:

A smithereen.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

This is slow work.

(Pause.)

Is it not time for my pain-killer?

CLOV:

No.

(Pause.)

I'll leave you, I have things to do.

HAMM:

In your kitchen?

CLOV:

Yes.

HAMM:

What, I'd like to know.

CLOV:

I look at the wall.

HAMM:

The wall! And what do you see on your wall? Mene, mene? Naked bodies?

CLOV:

I see my light dying.

HAMM:

Your light dying! Listen to that! Well, it can die just as well here, your light. Take a look at me and then come back and tell me what you think of your light.

(Pause.)

CLOV:

You shouldn't speak to me like that.

(Pause.)

HAMM (coldly):

Forgive me.

(Pause. Louder.)

I said, Forgive me.

CLOV:

I heard you.

(The lid of Nagg's bin lifts. His hands appear, gripping the rim. Then his head emerges. In his mouth the biscuit. He listens.)

HAMM:

Did your seeds come up?

CLOV:

No.

HAMM:

Did you scratch round them to see if they had sprouted?

CLOV:

They haven't sprouted.

HAMM:

Perhaps it's still too early.

CLOV:

If they were going to sprout they would have sprouted.

(Violently.)

They'll never sprout!

(Pause. Nagg takes biscuit in his hand.)

HAMM:

This is not much fun.

(Pause.)

But that's always the way at the end of the day, isn't it, Clov?

CLOV:

Always.

HAMM:

It's the end of the day like any other day, isn't it, Clov?

CLOV:

Looks like it.

(Pause.)

HAMM (anguished):

What's happening, what's happening?

CLOV:

Something is taking its course.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

All right, be off.

(He leans back in his chair, remains motionless. Clov does not move, heaves a great groaning sigh. Hamm sits up.)

I thought I told you to be off.

CLOV:

I'm trying.

(He goes to the door, halts.)

Ever since I was whelped.

(Exit Clov.)

HAMM:

We're getting on.

(He leans back in his chair, remains motionless. Nagg knocks on the lid of the other bin. Pause. He knocks harder. The lid lifts and the hands of Nell appear, gripping the rim. Then her head emerges. Lace cap. Very white face.)

NELL:

What is it, my pet?

(Pause.)

Time for love?

NAGG:

Were you asleep?

NELL:

Oh no!

NAGG:

Kiss me.

NELL:

We can't.

NAGG:

Try.

(Their heads strain towards each other, fail to meet, fall apart again.)

NELL:

Why this farce, day after day?

(Pause.)

NAGG:

I've lost me tooth.

NELL:

When?

NAGG:

I had it yesterday.

NELL (elegiac):

Ah yesterday.

(They turn painfully towards each other.)

NAGG:

Can you see me?

NELL:

Hardly. And you?

NAGG:

What?

NELL:

Can you see me?

NAGG:

Hardly.

NELL:

So much the better, so much the better.

NAGG:

Don't say that.

(Pause.)

Our sight has failed.

NELL:

Yes.

(Pause. They turn away from each other.)

NAGG:

Can you hear me?

NELL:

Yes. And you?

NAGG:

Yes.

(Pause.)

Our hearing hasn't failed.

NELL:

Our what?

NAGG:

Our hearing.

NELL:

No.

(Pause.)

Have you anything else to say to me?

NAGG:

Do you remember---

NELL:

No.

NAGG:

When we crashed on our tandem and lost our shanks.

(They laugh heartily.)

NELL:

It was in the Ardennes.

(They laugh less heartily.)

NAGG:

On the road to Sedan.

(They laugh still less heartily.)

Are you cold?

NELL:

Yes, perished, and you?

NAGG:

(Pause.)

I'm freezing.

(Pause.)

Do you want to go in?

NELL:

Yes.

NAGG:

Then go in.

(Nell does not move.)

Why don't you go in?

NELL:

I don't know.

(Pause.)

NAGG:

Has he changed your sawdust?

NELL:

It isn't sawdust.

(Pause. Warily.)

Can you not be a little accurate, Nagg?

NAGG:

Your sand then. It's not important.

NELL:

It is important.

(Pause.)

NAGG:

It was sawdust once.

NELL:

Once!

NAGG:

And now it's sand.

(Pause.)

From the shore.

(Pause. Impatiently.)

Now it's sand he fetches from the shore.

NELL:

Now it's sand.

NAGG:

Has he changed yours?

NELL:

No.

NAGG:

Nor mine.

(Pause.)

I won't have it!

(Pause. Holding up the biscuit.)

Do you want a bit?

NELL:

No.

(Pause.)

Of what?

NAGG:

Biscuit. I've kept you half.

(He looks at the biscuit. Proudly.)

Three quarters. For you. Here.

(He proffers the biscuit.)

No?

(Pause.)

Do you not feel well?

HAMM (wearily):

Quiet, quiet, you're keeping me awake.

(Pause.)

Talk softer.

(Pause.)

If I could sleep I might make love. I'd go into the woods. My eyes would see... the sky, the earth. I'd run, run, they wouldn't catch me.

(Pause.)

Nature!

(Pause.)

There's something dripping in my head.

(Pause.)

A heart, a heart in my head.

(Pause.)

NAGG:

Do you hear him? A heart in his head!

(He chuckles cautiously.)

NELL:

One mustn't laugh at those things, Nagg. Why must you always laugh at them?

NAGG:

Not so loud!

NELL (without lowering her voice):

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. But---

NAGG (shocked):

Oh!

NELL:

Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. And we laugh, we laugh, with a will, in the beginning. But it's always the same thing. Yes, it's like the funny story we have heard too often, we still find it funny, but we don't laugh any more.

(Pause.)

Have you anything else to say to me?

NAGG:

No.

NELL:

Are you quite sure?

(Pause.)

Then I'll leave you.

NAGG:

Do you not want your biscuit?

(Pause.)

I'll keep it for you.

(Pause.)

I thought you were going to leave me.

NELL:

I am going to leave you.

NAGG:

Could you give me a scratch before you go?

NELL:

No.

(Pause.)

Where?

NAGG:

In the back.

NELL:

No.

(Pause.)

Rub yourself against the rim.

NAGG:

It's lower down. In the hollow.

NELL:

What hollow?

NAGG:

The hollow!

(Pause.)

Could you not?

(Pause.)

Yesterday you scratched me there.

NELL (elegiac):

Ah yesterday.

NAGG:

Could you not?

(Pause.)

Would you like me to scratch you?

(Pause.)

Are you crying again?

NELL:

I was trying.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

Perhaps it's a little vein.

(Pause.)

NAGG:

What was that he said?

NELL:

Perhaps it's a little vein.

NAGG:

What does that mean?

(Pause.)

That means nothing.

(Pause.)

Shall I tell you the story of the tailor?

NELL:

No.

(Pause.)

What for?

NAGG:

To cheer you up.

NELL:

It's not funny.

NAGG:

It always made you laugh.

(Pause.)

The first time I thought you'd die.

NELL:

It was on Lake Como.

(Pause.)

One April afternoon.

(Pause.)

Can you believe it?

NAGG:

What?

NELL:

That we once went out rowing on Lake Como.

(Pause.)

One April afternoon.

NAGG:

We had got engaged the day before.

NELL:

Engaged!

NAGG:

You were in such fits that we capsized. By rights we should have been drowned.

NELL:

It was because I felt happy.

NAGG (indignant):

It was not, it was not, it was my STORY and nothing else. Happy! Don't you laugh at it still? Every time I tell it. Happy!

NELL:

It was deep, deep. And you could see down to the bottom. So white. So clean.

NAGG:

Let me tell it again.

(Raconteur's voice.)

An Englishman, needing a pair of striped trousers in a hurry for the New Year festivities, goes to his tailor who takes his measurements.

(Tailor's voice.)

"That's the lot, come back in four days, I'll have it ready." Good. Four days later.

(Tailor's voice.)

"So sorry, come back in a week, I've made a mess of the seat." Good, that's all right, a neat seat can be very ticklish. A week later.

(Tailor's voice.)

"Frightfully sorry, come back in ten days, I've made a hash of the crotch." Good, can't be helped, a snug crotch is always a teaser. Ten days later.

(Tailor's voice.)

"Dreadfully sorry, come back in a fortnight, I've made a balls of the fly." Good, at a pinch, a smart fly is a stiff proposition.

(Pause. Normal voice.)

I never told it worse.

(Pause. Gloomy.)

I tell this story worse and worse.

(Pause. Raconteur's voice.)

Well, to make it short, the bluebells are blowing and he ballockses the buttonholes.

(Customer's voice.)

"God damn you to hell, Sir, no, it's indecent, there are limits! In six days, do you hear me, six days, God made the world. Yes Sir, no less Sir, the WORLD! And you are not bloody well capable of making me a pair of trousers in three months!"

(Tailor's voice, scandalized.)

"But my dear Sir, my dear Sir, look---

(disdainful gesture, disgustedly)

---at the world---

(Pause.)

and look---

(loving gesture, proudly)

---at my TROUSERS!"

(Pause. He looks at Nell who has remained impassive, her eyes unseeing. He breaks into a high forced laugh, cuts it short, pokes his head towards Nell, launches his laugh again.)

HAMM:

Silence!

(Nagg starts, cuts short his laugh.)

NELL:

You could see down to the bottom.

HAMM (exasperated):

Have you not finished? Will you never finish?

(With sudden fury.)

Will this never finish?

(Nagg disappears into his bin, closes the lid behind him. Nell does not move. Frenziedly.)

My kingdom for a nightman!

(He whistles. Enter Clov.)

Clear away this muck! Chuck it in the sea!

(Clov goes to bins, halts.)

NELL:

So white.

HAMM:

What? What's she blathering about?

(Clov stoops, takes Nell's hand, feels her pulse.)

NELL (to Clov):

Desert!

(Clov lets go her hand, pushes her back in the bin, closes the lid.)

CLOV (returning to his place beside the chair):

She has no pulse.

HAMM:

What was she drivelling about?

CLOV:

She told me to go away, into the desert.

HAMM:

Damn busybody! Is that all?

CLOV:

No.

HAMM:

What else?

CLOV:

I didn't understand.

HAMM:

Have you bottled her?

CLOV:

Yes.

HAMM:

Are they both bottled?

CLOV:

Yes.

HAMM:

Screw down the lids.

(Clov goes towards door.)

Time enough.

(Clov halts.)

My anger subsides, I'd like to pee.

CLOV (with alacrity):

I'll go get the catheter.

(He goes towards door.)

HAMM:

Time enough.

(Clov halts.)

Give me my pain killer.

CLOV:

It's too soon.

(Pause.)

It's too soon on top of your tonic, it wouldn't act.

HAMM:

In the morning they brace you up and in the evening they calm you down. Unless it's the other way round.

(Pause.)

That old doctor, he's dead naturally?

CLOV:

He wasn't old.

HAMM:

But he's dead?

CLOV:

Naturally.

(Pause.)

You ask me that?

(Pause.)

HAMM:

Take me for a little turn.

(Clov goes behind the chair and pushes it forward.)

Not too fast!

(Clov pushes chair.)

Right round the world!

(Clov pushes chair.)

Hug the walls, then back to the center again.

(Clov pushes chair.)

I was right in the center, wasn't I?

CLOV (pushing):

Yes.

HAMM:

We'd need a proper wheel-chair. With big wheels. Bicycle wheels!

(Pause.)

Are you hugging?

CLOV (pushing):

Yes.

HAMM (groping for wall):

It's a lie! Why do you lie to me?

CLOV (bearing closer to wall):

There! There!

HAMM:

Stop!

(Clov stops chair close to back wall. Hamm lays his hand against wall.)

Old wall!

(Pause.)

Beyond is the... other hell.

(Pause. Violently.)

Closer! Closer! Up against!

CLOV:

Take away your hand.

(Hamm withdraws his hand. Clov rams chair against wall.)

There!

(Hamm leans towards wall, applies his ear to it.)

HAMM:

Do you hear?

(He strikes the wall with his knuckles.)

Do you hear? Hollow bricks!

(He strikes again.)

All that's hollow!

(Pause. He straightens up. Violently.)

That's enough. Back!

CLOV:

We haven't done the round.

HAMM:

Back to my place!

(Clov pushes chair back to center.)

Is that my place?

CLOV:

Yes, that's your place.

HAMM:

Am I right in the center?

CLOV:

I'll measure it.

HAMM:

More or less! More or less!

CLOV (moving chair slightly):

There!

HAMM:

I'm more or less in the center?

CLOV:

I'd say so.

HAMM:

You'd say so! Put me right in the center!

CLOV:

I'll go and get the tape.

HAMM:

Roughly! Roughly!

(Clov moves chair slightly.)

Bang in the center!

CLOV:

There!

(Pause.)

HAMM:

I feel a little too far to the left.

(Clov moves chair slightly.)

Now I feel a little too far to the right.

(Clov moves chair slightly.)

I feel a little too far forward.

(Clov moves chair slightly.)

Now I feel a little too far back.

(Clov moves chair slightly.)

Don't stay there.

(i.e. behind the chair)

you give me the shivers.

(Clov returns to his place beside the chair.)

CLOV:

If I could kill him I'd die happy.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

What's the weather like?

CLOV:

As usual.

HAMM:

Look at the earth.

CLOV:

I've looked.

HAMM:

With the glass?

CLOV:

No need of the glass.

HAMM:

Look at it with the glass.

CLOV:

I'll go and get the glass.

(Exit Clov.)

HAMM:

No need of the glass!

(Enter Clov with telescope.)

CLOV:

I'm back again, with the glass.

(He goes to window right, looks up at it.)

I need the steps.

HAMM:

Why? Have you shrunk?

(Exit Clov with telescope.)

I don't like that, I don't like that.

(Enter Clov with ladder, but without telescope.)

CLOV:

I'm back again, with the steps.

(He sets down ladder under window right, gets up on it, realizes he has not the telescope, gets down.)

I need the glass.

(He goes towards door.)

HAMM (violently):

But you have the glass!

CLOV (halting, violently):

No, I haven't the glass!

(Exit Clov.)

HAMM:

This is deadly.

(Enter Clov with the telescope. He goes towards ladder.)

CLOV:

Things are livening up.

(He gets up on ladder, raises the telescope, lets it fall.)

I did it on purpose.

(He gets down, picks up the telescope, turns it on auditorium.)

I see... a multitude... in transports... of joy.

(Pause. He lowers telescope, looks at it.)

That's what I call a magnifier.

(He turns toward Hamm.)

Well? Don't we laugh?

HAMM (after reflection):

I don't.

CLOV (after reflection):

Nor I.

(He gets up on ladder, turns the telescope on the without.)

Let's see.

(He looks, moving the telescope.)

Zero...

(he looks)

...zero...

(he looks)

...and zero.

HAMM:

Nothing stirs. All is---

CLOV:

Zer---

HAMM (violently):

Wait till you're spoken to!

(Normal voice.)

All is... all is... all is what?

(Violently.)

All is what?

CLOV:

What all is? In a word? Is that what you want to know? Just a moment.

(He turns the telescope on the without, looks, lowers the telescope, turns towards Hamm.)

Corpsed.

(Pause.)

Well? Content?

HAMM:

Look at the sea.

CLOV:

It's the same.

HAMM:

Look at the ocean!

(Clov gets down, takes a few steps towards window left, goes back for ladder, carries it over and sets it down under window left, gets up on it, turns the telescope on the without, looks at length. He starts, lowers the telescope, examines it, turns it again on the without.)

CLOV:

Never seen anything like that!

HAMM (anxious):

What? A sail? A fin? Smoke?

CLOV (looking):

The light is sunk.

HAMM (relieved):

Pah! We all knew that.

CLOV (looking):

There was a bit left.

HAMM:

The base.

CLOV (looking):

Yes.

HAMM:

And now?

CLOV (looking):

All gone.

HAMM:

No gulls?

CLOV (looking):

Gulls!

HAMM:

And the horizon? Nothing on the horizon?

CLOV (lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, exasperated):

What in God's name could there be on the horizon?

(Pause.)

HAMM:

The waves, how are the waves?

CLOV:

The waves?

(He turns the telescope on the waves.)

Lead.

HAMM:

And the sun?

CLOV (looking):

Zero.

HAMM:

But it should be sinking. Look again.

CLOV (looking):

Damn the sun.

HAMM:

Is is night already then?

CLOV (looking):

No.

HAMM:

Then what is it?

CLOV (looking):

Gray.

(Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, louder.)

Gray!

(Pause. Still louder.)

GRRAY!

(Pause. He gets down, approaches Hamm from behind, whispers in his ear.)

HAMM (starting):

Gray! Did I hear you say gray?

CLOV:

Light black. From pole to pole.

HAMM:

You exaggerate.

(Pause.)

Don't stay there, you give me the shivers.

(Clov returns to his place beside the chair.)

CLOV:

Why this farce, day after day?

HAMM:

Routine. One never knows.

(Pause.)

Last night I saw inside my breast. There was a big sore.

CLOV:

Pah! You saw your heart.

HAMM:

No, it was living.

(Pause. Anguished.)

Clov!

CLOV:

Yes.

HAMM:

What's happening?

CLOV:

Something is taking its course.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

Clov!

CLOV (impatiently):

What is it?

HAMM:

We're not beginning to... to... mean something?

CLOV:

Mean something! You and I, mean something!

(Brief laugh.)

Ah that's a good one!

HAMM:

I wonder.

(Pause.)

Imagine if a rational being came back to earth, wouldn't he be liable to get ideas into his head if he observed us long enough.

(Voice of rational being.)

Ah, good, now I see what it is, yes, now I understand what they're at!

(Clov starts, drops the telescope and begins to scratch his belly with both hands. Normal voice.)

And without going so far as that, we ourselves...

(with emotion)

...we ourselves... at certain moments...

(Vehemently.)

To think perhaps it won't all have been for nothing!

CLOV (anguished, scratching himself):

I have a flea!

HAMM:

A flea! Are there still fleas?

CLOV:

On me there's one.

(Scratching.)

Unless it's a crab louse.

HAMM (very perturbed):

But humanity might start from there all over again! Catch him, for the love of God!

CLOV:

I'll go and get the powder.

(Exit Clov.)

HAMM:

A flea! This is awful! What a day!

(Enter Clov with a sprinkling-tin.)

CLOV:

I'm back again, with the insecticide.

HAMM:

Let him have it!

(Clov loosens the top of his trousers, pulls it forward and shakes powder into the aperture. He stoops, looks, waits, starts, frenziedly shakes more powder, stoops, looks, waits.)

CLOV:

The bastard!

HAMM:

Did you get him?

CLOV:

Looks like it.

(He drops the tin and adjusts his trousers.)

Unless he's laying doggo.

HAMM:

Laying! Lying, you mean. Unless he's lying doggo.

CLOV:

Ah? One says lying? One doesn't say laying?

HAMM:

Use your head, can't you. If he was laying we'd be bitched.

CLOV:

Ah.

(Pause.)

What about that pee?

HAMM:

I'm having it.

CLOV:

Ah that's the spirit, that's the spirit!

(Pause.)

HAMM (with ardour):

Let's go from here, the two of us! South! You can make a raft and the currents will carry us away, far away, to other... mammals!

CLOV:

God forbid!

HAMM:

Alone, I'll embark alone! Get working on that raft immediately. Tomorrow I'll be gone forever.

CLOV (hastening towards door):

I'll start straight away.

HAMM:

Wait!

(Clov halts.)

Will there be sharks, do you think?

CLOV:

Sharks? I don't know. If there are there will be.

(He goes towards door.)

HAMM:

Wait!

(Clov halts.)

Is it not yet time for my pain-killer?

CLOV (violently):

No!

(He goes towards door.)

HAMM:

Wait!

(Clov halts.)

How are your eyes?

CLOV:

Bad.

HAMM:

But you can see.

CLOV:

All I want.

HAMM:

How are your legs?

CLOV:

Bad.

HAMM:

But you can walk.

CLOV:

I come... and go.

HAMM:

In my house.

(Pause. With prophetic relish.)

One day you'll be blind like me. You'll be sitting here, a speck in the void, in the dark, forever, like me.

(Pause.)

One day you'll say to yourself, I'm tired, I'll sit down, and you'll go and sit down. Then you'll say, I'm hungry, I'll get up and get something to eat. But you won't get up. You'll say, I shouldn't have sat down, but since I have I'll sit on a little longer, then I'll get up and get something to eat. But you won't get up and you won't get anything to eat.

(Pause.)

You'll look at the wall a while, then you'll say, I'll close my eyes, perhaps have a little sleep, after that I'll feel better, and you'll close them. And when you open them again there'll be no wall any more.

(Pause.)

Infinite emptiness will be all around you, all the resurrected dead of all the ages wouldn't fill it, and there you'll be like a little bit of grit in the middle of the steppe.

(Pause.)

Yes, one day you'll know what it is, you'll be like me, except that you won't have anyone with you, because you won't have had pity on anyone and because there won't be anyone left to have pity on you.

(Pause.)

CLOV:

It's not certain.

(Pause.)

And there's one thing you forgot.

HAMM:

Ah?

CLOV:

I can't sit down.

HAMM (impatiently):

Well you'll lie down then, what the hell! Or you'll come to a standstill, simply stop and stand still, the way you are now. One day you'll say, I'm tired, I'll stop. What does the attitude matter?

(Pause.)

CLOV:

So you all want me to leave you.

HAMM:

Naturally.

CLOV:

Then I'll leave you.

HAMM:

You can't leave us.

CLOV:

Then I won't leave you.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

Why don't you finish us?

(Pause.)

I'll tell you the combination of the cupboard if you promise to finish me.

CLOV:

I couldn't finish you.

HAMM:

Then you won't finish me.

(Pause.)

CLOV:

I'll leave you, I have things to do.

HAMM:

Do you remember when you came here?

CLOV:

No. Too small, you told me.

HAMM:

Do you remember your father?

CLOV (wearily):

Same answer.

(Pause.)

You've asked me these questions millions of times.

HAMM:

I love the old questions.

(With fervour.)

Ah the old questions, the old answers, there's nothing like them!

(Pause.)

It was I was a father to you.

CLOV:

Yes.

(He looks at Hamm fixedly.)

You were that to me.

HAMM:

My house a home for you.

CLOV:

Yes.

(He looks about him.)

This was that for me.

HAMM (proudly):

But for me,

(gesture towards himself)

no father. But for Hamm,

(gesture towards surroundings)

no home.

(Pause.)

CLOV:

I'll leave you.

HAMM:

Did you ever think of one thing?

CLOV:

Never.

HAMM:

That here we're down in a hole.

(Pause.)

But beyond the hills? Eh? Perhaps it's still green. Eh?

(Pause.)

Flora! Pomona!

(Ecstatically.)

Ceres!

(Pause.)

Perhaps you won't need to go very far.

CLOV:

I can't go very far.

(Pause.)

I'll leave you.

HAMM:

Is my dog ready?

CLOV:

He lacks a leg.

HAMM:

Is he silky?

CLOV:

He's kind of a Pomeranian.

HAMM:

Go and get him.

CLOV:

He lacks a leg.

HAMM:

Go and get him!

(Exit Clov.)

We're getting on.

(Enter Clov holding by one of its three legs a black toy dog.)

CLOV:

Your dogs are here.

(He hands the dog to Hamm who feels it, fondles it.)

HAMM:

He's white, isn't he?

CLOV:

Nearly.

HAMM:

What do you mean, nearly? Is he white or isn't he?

CLOV:

He isn't.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

You've forgotten the sex.

CLOV (vexed):

But he isn't finished. The sex goes on at the end.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

You haven't put on his ribbon.

CLOV (angrily):

But he isn't finished, I tell you! First you finish your dog and then you put on his ribbon!

(Pause.)

HAMM:

Can he stand?

CLOV:

I don't know.

HAMM:

Try.

(He hands the dog to Clov who places it on the ground.)

Well?

CLOV:

Wait!

(He squats down and tries to get the dog to stand on its three legs, fails, lets it go. The dog falls on its side.)

HAMM (impatiently):

Well?

CLOV:

He's standing.

HAMM (groping for the dog):

Where? Where is he?

(Clov holds up the dog in a standing position.)

CLOV:

There.

(He takes Hamm's hand and guides it towards the dog's head.)

HAMM (his hand on the dog's head):

Is he gazing at me?

CLOV:

Yes.

HAMM (proudly):

As if he were asking me to take him for a walk?

CLOV:

If you like.

HAMM (as before):

Or as if he were begging me for a bone.

(He withdraws his hand.)

Leave him like that, standing there imploring me.

(Clov straightens up. The dog falls on its side.)

CLOV:

I'll leave you.

HAMM:

Have you had your visions?

CLOV:

Less.

HAMM:

Is Mother Pegg's light on?

CLOV:

Light! How could anyone's light be on?

HAMM:

Extinguished!

CLOV:

Naturally it's extinguished. If it's not on it's extinguished.

HAMM:

No, I mean Mother Pegg.

CLOV:

But naturally she's extinguished!

(Pause.)

What's the matter with you today?

HAMM:

I'm taking my course.

(Pause.)

Is she buried?

CLOV:

Buried! Who would have buried her?

HAMM:

You.

CLOV:

Me! Haven't I enough to do without burying people?

HAMM:

But you'll bury me.

CLOV:

No I won't bury you.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

She was bonny once, like a flower of the field.

(With reminiscent leer.)

And a great one for the men!

CLOV:

We too were bonny---once. It's a rare thing not to have been bonny---once.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

Go and get the gaff.

(Clov goes to the door, halts.)

CLOV:

Do this, do that, and I do it. I never refuse. Why?

HAMM:

You're not able to.

CLOV:

Soon I won't do it any more.

HAMM:

You won't be able to any more.

(Exit Clov.)

Ah the creatures, the creatures, everything has to be explained to them.

(Enter Clov with gaff.)

CLOV:

Here's your gaff. Stick it up.

(He gives the gaff to Hamm who, wielding it like a puntpole, tries to move his chair.)

HAMM:

Did I move?

CLOV:

No.

(Hamm throws down the gaff.)

HAMM:

Go and get the oilcan.

CLOV:

What for?

HAMM:

To oil the castors.

CLOV:

I oiled them yesterday.

HAMM:

Yesterday! What does that mean? Yesterday!

CLOV (violently):

That means that bloody awful day, long ago, before this bloody awful day. I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

I once knew a madman who thought the end of the world had come. He was a painter---and engraver. I had a great fondness for him. I used to go and see him, in the asylum. I'd take him by the hand and drag him to the window. Look! There! All that rising corn! And there! Look! The sails of the herring fleet! All that loveliness!

(Pause.)

He'd snatch away his hand and go back into his corner. Appalled. All he had seen was ashes.

(Pause.)

He alone had been spared.

(Pause.)

Forgotten.

(Pause.)

It appears the case is... was not so... so unusual.

CLOV:

A madman? When was that?

HAMM:

Oh way back, way back, you weren't in the land of the living.

CLOV:

God be with those days.

(Pause. Hamm raises his toque.)

HAMM:

I had a great fondness for him.

(Pause. He puts on his toque again.)

He was a painter---and engraver.

CLOV:

There are so many terrible things.

HAMM:

No, no, there are not so many now.

(Pause.)

Clov!

CLOV:

Yes.

HAMM:

Do you not think this has gone on long enough?

CLOV:

Yes!

(Pause.)

What?

HAMM:

This... this... thing.

CLOV:

I've always thought so.

(Pause.)

You not?

HAMM (gloomily):

Then it's a day like any other day.

CLOV:

As long as it lasts.

(Pause.)

All life long the same inanities.

HAMM:

I can't leave you.

CLOV:

I know. And you can't follow me.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

If you leave me how shall I know?

CLOV (briskly):

Well you simply whistle me and if I don't come running it means I've left you.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

You won't come and kiss me goodbye?

CLOV:

Oh I shouldn't think so.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

But you might be merely dead in your kitchen.

CLOV:

The result would be the same.

HAMM:

Yes, but how would I know, if you were merely dead in your kitchen?

CLOV:

Well... sooner or later I'd start to stink.

HAMM:

You stink already. The whole place stinks of corpses.

CLOV:

The whole universe.

HAMM (angrily):

To hell with the universe.

(Pause.)

Think of something.

CLOV:

What?

HAMM:

An idea, have an idea.

(Angrily.)

A bright idea!

CLOV:

Ah good.

(He starts pacing to and fro, his eyes fixed on the ground, his hands behind his back. He halts.)

The pains in my legs! It's unbelievable! Soon I won't be able to think any more.

HAMM:

You won't be able to leave me.

(Clov resumes his pacing.)

What are you doing?

CLOV:

Having an idea.

(He paces.)

Ah!

(He halts.)

HAMM:

What a brain!

(Pause.)

Well?

CLOV:

Wait!

(He meditates. Not very convinced.)

Yes...

(He raises his head.)

I have it! I set the alarm.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

This is perhaps not one of my bright days, but frankly---

CLOV:

You whistle me. I don't come. The alarm rings. I'm gone. It doesn't ring. I'm dead.

(Pause.)

HAMM:

Is it working?

(Pause. Impatiently.)

The alarm, is it working?

CLOV:

Why wouldn't it be working?

HAMM:

Because it's worked too much.

CLOV:

But it's hardly worked at all.

HAMM (angrily):

Then because it's worked too little!

CLOV:

I'll go and see.

(Exit Clov. Brief ring of alarm offstage. Enter Clov with alarm-clock. He holds it against Hamm's ear and releases alarm. They listen to it ringing to the end. Pause.)

Fit to wake the dead! Did you hear it?

HAMM:

Vaguely.

CLOV:

The end is terrific!

HAMM:

I prefer the middle.

(Pause.)

Is is not time for my pain-killer?

CLOV:

No!

(He goes to door, turns.)

I'll leave you.

HAMM:

It's time for my story. Do you want to listen to my story?

CLOV:

No.

HAMM:

Ask my father if he wants to listen to my story.

(Clov goes to bins, raises the lid of Nagg's, stoops, looks into it. Pause. He straightens up.)

CLOV:

He's asleep.

HAMM:

Wake him.

(Clov stoops, wakes Nagg with the alarm. Unintelligible words. Clov straightens up.)

CLOV:

He doesn't want to listen to your story.

HAMM:

I'll give him a bon-bon.

(Clov stoops. As before.)

CLOV:

He wants a sugar-plum.

HAMM:

He'll get a sugar-plum.

(Clov stoops. As before.)

CLOV:

It's a deal.

(He goes towards door. Nagg's hands appear, gripping the rim. Then the head emerges. Clov reaches door, turns.)

Do you believe in the life to come?

HAMM:

Mine was always that.

(Exit Clov.)

Got him that time!

NAGG:

I'm listening.

HAMM:

Scoundrel! Why did you engender me?

NAGG:

I didn't know.

HAMM:

What? What didn't you know?

NAGG:

That it'd be you.

(Pause.)

You'll give me a sugar-plum?

HAMM:

After the audition.

NAGG:

You swear?

HAMM:

Yes.

NAGG:

On what?

HAMM:

My honor.

(Pause. They laugh heartily.)

NAGG:

Two.

HAMM:

One.

NAGG:

One for me and one for---

HAMM:

One! Silence!

(Pause.)

Where was I?

(Pause. Gloomily.)

It's finished, we're finished.

(Pause.)

Nearly finished.

(Pause.)

There'll be no more speech.

(Pause.)

Something dripping in my head, ever since the fontanelles.

(Stifled hilarity of Nagg.)

Splash, splash, always on the same spot.

(Pause.)

Perhaps it's a little vein.

(Pause.)

A little artery.

(Pause. More animated.)

Enough of that, it's story time, where was I?

(Pause. Narrative tone.)

The man came crawling towards me, on his belly. Pale, wonderfully pale and thin, he seemed on the point of---

(Pause. Normal tone.)

No, I've done that bit.

(Pause. Narrative tone.)

I calmly filled my pipe---the meerschaum, lit it with... let us say a vesta, drew a few puffs. Aah!

(Pause.)

Well, what is it you want?

(Pause.)

It was an extra-ordinarily bitter day, I remember, zero by the thermometer. But considering it was Christmas Eve there was nothing... extra-ordinary about that. Seasonable weather, for once in a way.

(Pause.)

Well, what ill wind blows you my way? He raised his face to me, black with mingled dirt and tears.

(Pause. Normal tone.)

That should do it.

(Narrative tone.)

No no, don't look at me, don't look at me. He dropped his eyes and mumbled something, apologies I presume.

(Pause.)

I'm a busy man, you know, the final touches, before the festivities, you know what it is.

(Pause. Forcibly.)

Come on now, what is the object of this invasion?

(Pause.)

It was a glorious bright day, I remember, fifty by the heliometer, but already the sun was sinking down into the... down among the dead.

(Normal voice.)

Nicely put, that.

(Narrative tone.)

Come on now, come on, present your petition and let me resume my labors.

(Pause. Normal tone.)

There's English for you. Ah well...