halts.] M y anger subsides, I'd like to pee. CLOV [With alacrity.] I'll go and get the catheter. [He goes towards door.] HAMM Tim e 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.] Hu g the walls, then back to the centre again, [CLOV pushes chair.] I was right in the centre, 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.] Ol d 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.]
8. A collector of nightsoil (excrement). Cf. Shakespeare's Richard III 5.7.7: 'Ahorse! Ahorse! My kingdom for a horse!'
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HAMM D o you hear? [He strikes the wall with his knuckles.] D o 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 hack to centre.] Is that m y place? CLOV Yes, that's your place.
HAMM Am I right in the centre?
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 centre?
CLOV I'd say so.
HAMM You'd say so! Put me right in the centre!
CLOV I'll go and get the tape. HAMM Roughly! Roughly! [CLOV moves chair slightly.] Bang in the centre! 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.] No w 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 Wit h 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, realises 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 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.9 [Pause.] That's what I call a magnifier. [He lowers the telescope, turns towards 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
