Samuel Beckett's Endgame (1957)
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Samuel Beckett’s Endgame (1957) CLOV (fixed gaze, tonelessly): Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. (Pause.) Bare interior. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible Grey Light. heap. (Pause.) Left and right back, high up, two small windows, I can't be punished any more. curtains drawn. (Pause.) I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten Front right, a door. Hanging near door, its face to feet, and wait for him to whistle me. wall, a picture. (Pause.) Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I'll lean on the Front left, touching each other, covered with an old table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle sheet, two ashbins. me. (He remains a moment motionless, then goes out. Center, in an armchair on castors, covered with an old He comes back immediately, goes to window right, takes sheet, Hamm. up the ladder and carries it out. Pause. Hamm stirs. He yawns under the handkerchief. He removes the Motionless by the door, his eyes fixed on Hamm, handkerchief from his face. Very red face. Glasses with Clov. Very red face. black lenses.) HAMM: Brief tableau. Me— (he yawns) —to play. Clov goes and stands under window left. Stiff, (He takes off his glasses, wipes his eyes, his face, staggering walk. He looks up at window left. He turns the glasses, puts them on again, folds the handkerchief and looks at window right. He goes and stands under and puts it back neatly in the breast pocket of his window right. He looks up at window right. He turns and dressing gown. He clears his throat, joins the tips of his looks at window left. He goes out, comes back fingers.) immediately with a small step-ladder, carries it over and Can there be misery— sets it down under window left, gets up on it, draws back (he yawns) curtain. He gets down, takes six steps (for example) —loftier than mine? No doubt. Formerly. But now? towards window right, goes back for ladder, carries it (Pause.) over and sets it down under window right, gets up on it, My father? draws back curtain. He gets down, takes three steps (Pause.) towards window left, goes back for ladder, carries it over My mother? and sets it down under window left, gets up on it, looks (Pause.) out of window. Brief laugh. He gets down, takes one My... dog? step towards window right, goes back for ladder, carries (Pause.) it over and sets it down under window right, gets up on Oh I am willing to believe they suffer as much as it, looks out of window. Brief laugh. He gets down, goes such creatures can suffer. But does that mean their with ladder towards ashbins, halts, turns, carries back sufferings equal mine? No doubt. ladder and sets it down under window right, goes to (Pause.) ashbins, removes sheet covering them, folds it over his No, all is a— arm. He raises one lid, stoops and looks into bin. Brief (he yawns) laugh. He closes lid. Same with other bin. He goes to —bsolute, Hamm, removes sheet covering him, folds it over his (proudly) arm. In a dressing-gown, a stiff toque on his head, a the bigger a man is the fuller he is. large blood-stained handkerchief over his face, a whistle (Pause. Gloomily.) hanging from his neck, a rug over his knees, thick socks And the emptier. on his feet, Hamm seems to be asleep. Clov looks him (He sniffs.) over. Brief laugh. He goes to door, halts, turns towards Clov! auditorium. (Pause.) No, alone. (Pause.) (Pause.) HAMM: What dreams! Those forests! Apart from that, how do you feel? (Pause.) CLOV: Enough, it's time it ended, in the shelter, too. I don't complain. (Pause.) HAMM: And yet I hesitate, I hesitate to... to end. Yes, there You feel normal? it is, it's time it ended and yet I hesitate to— CLOV (irritably): (He yawns.) I tell you I don't complain. —to end. HAMM: (Yawns.) I feel a little strange. God, I'm tired, I'd be better off in bed. (Pause.) (He whistles. Enter Clov immediately. He halts Clov! beside the chair.) CLOV: You pollute the air! Yes. (Pause.) HAMM: Get me ready, I'm going to bed. Have you not had enough? CLOV: CLOV: I've just got you up. Yes! HAMM: (Pause.) And what of it? Of what? CLOV: HAMM: I can't be getting you up and putting you to bed Of this... this... thing. every five minutes, I have things to do. CLOV: (Pause.) I always had. HAMM: (Pause.) Did you ever see my eyes? Not you? CLOV: HAMM (gloomily): No. Then there's no reason for it to change. HAMM: CLOV: Did you never have the curiosity, while I was It may end. sleeping, to take off my glasses and look at my eyes? (Pause.) CLOV: All life long the same questions, the same answers. Pulling back the lids? HAMM: (Pause.) Get me ready. No. (Clov does not move.) HAMM: Go and get the sheet. One of these days I'll show them to you. (Clov does not move.) (Pause.) Clov! It seems they've gone all white. CLOV: (Pause.) Yes. What time is it? HAMM: CLOV: I'll give you nothing more to eat. The same as usual. CLOV: HAMM (gesture towards window right): Then we'll die. Have you looked? HAMM: CLOV: I'll give you just enough to keep you from dying. Yes. You'll be hungry all the time. HAMM: CLOV: Well? Then we won't die. CLOV: (Pause.) Zero. I'll go and get the sheet. HAMM: (He goes towards the door.) It'd need to rain. HAMM: CLOV: No! It won't rain. (Clov halts.) I'll give you one biscuit per day. How are your legs? (Pause.) CLOV: One and a half. Bad. (Pause.) HAMM: Why do you stay with me? But you can move. CLOV: CLOV: Why do you keep me? Yes. HAMM: HAMM (violently): There's no one else. Then move! CLOV: (Clov goes to back wall, leans against it with his There's nowhere else. forehead and hands.) (Pause.) Where are you? HAMM: CLOV: You're leaving me all the same. Here. CLOV: HAMM: I'm trying. Come back! HAMM: (Clov returns to his place beside the chair.) You don't love me. Where are you? CLOV: CLOV: No. Here. HAMM: HAMM: You loved me once. Why don't you kill me? CLOV: CLOV: Once! I don't know the combination of the cupboard. HAMM: (Pause.) I've made you suffer too much. HAMM: (Pause.) Go and get two bicycle-wheels. Haven't I? CLOV: CLOV: There are no more bicycle-wheels. It's not that. HAMM: HAMM: What have you done with your bicycle? I haven't made you suffer too much? CLOV: CLOV: I never had a bicycle. Yes! HAMM: HAMM (relieved): The thing is impossible. Ah, you gave me a fright! CLOV: (Pause. Coldly) When there were still bicycles I wept to have one. I Forgive me. crawled at your feet. You told me to go to hell. Now (Pause. Louder.) there are none. I said, Forgive me. HAMM: CLOV: And your rounds? When you inspected my paupers. I heard you. Always on foot? (Pause.) CLOV: Have you bled? Sometimes on horse. HAMM: (The lid of one of the bins lifts and the hands of Less. Nagg appear, (Pause.) gripping the rim. Then his head emerges. Nightcap. Is it not time for my pain-killer? Very white face. CLOV: Nagg yawns, then listens.) No. I'll leave you, I have things to do. (Pause.) HAMM: HAMM: In your kitchen? How are your eyes? CLOV: CLOV: Yes. Bad. HAMM: HAMM: Outside of here it's death. (Pause.) CLOV: All right, be off. So it is. (Exit Clov. Pause.) HAMM: We're getting on. Every man his specialty. NAGG: (Pause.) Me pap! No phone calls? HAMM: (Pause.) Accursed progenitor! Don't we laugh? NAGG: CLOV (after reflection): Me pap! I don't feel like it. HAMM: HAMM (after reflection): The old folks at home! No decency left! Guzzle, Nor I. guzzle, that's all they think of. (Pause.) (He whistles. Enter Clov. He halts beside the chair.) Clov! Well! I thought you were leaving me. CLOV: CLOV: Yes. Oh not just yet, not just yet. HAMM: NAGG: Nature has forgotten us. Me pap! CLOV: HAMM: There's no more nature. Give him his pap. HAMM: CLOV: No more nature! You exaggerate. There's no more pap. CLOV: HAMM (to Nagg): In the vicinity. Do you hear that? There's no more pap. You'll HAMM: never get any more pap. But we breathe, we change! We lose our hair, our NAGG: teeth! Our bloom! Our ideals! I want me pap! CLOV: HAMM: Then she hasn't forgotten us. Give him a biscuit. HAMM: (Exit Clov.) But you say there is none. Accursed fornicator! How are your stumps? CLOV (sadly): NAGG: No one that ever lived ever thought so crooked as Never mind me stumps. we. (Enter Clov with biscuit.) HAMM: CLOV: We do what we can. I'm back again, with the biscuit. CLOV: (He gives biscuit to Nagg who fingers it, sniffs it.) We shouldn't. NAGG (plaintively): (Pause.) What is it? HAMM: CLOV: You're a bit of all right, aren't you? Spratt's medium. CLOV: NAGG (as before): A smithereen. It's hard! I can't! (Pause.) HAMM: HAMM: Bottle him! This is slow work.