TARRAGON:
(very insidious). But when? And is it now? Is it not rather some other now? (Paws.) Or after now? (Paws.) Or before now?
VLADIMIR:
(looking wildly about him, as though understanding was inscribed in the landscape). It's not possible!
TARRAGON:
Or when?
VLADIMIR:
What'll we do?
TARRAGON:
If he came that now and we weren't here you may be sure he won't come again now.
VLADIMIR:
But you say we were here that now.
TARRAGON:
I may be mistaken. (Pause.) Let's stop trying to think for a minute, do you mind?
VLADIMIR:
(feebly). All right. (Tarragon sits down on the mound. Vladimir paces agitatedly to and fro, halting from time to time to gaze into distance off. Tarragon falls asleep. Vladimir halts finally before Tarragon.) Woof! . . . Woof! . . . WOOF!
Tarragon wakes with a start.
