Waiting for Godot

On a lonely country road, beside a single bare tree, two tramps named Vladimir and Estragon wait for a man called Godot. They are not sure when he will come, or what he looks like, or even whether they have the right day or the right place — but they wait, filling the empty hours with banter, quarrels, half-remembered stories, and thoughts of giving it all up.

To pass the time they are joined by the pompous Pozzo and his abused, burdened servant Lucky, and later by a boy who brings word that Godot will not come today — but surely tomorrow. Then the second act begins, and much the same happens again.

First written in French as 'En attendant Godot' and translated into English by Beckett himself, this 'tragicomedy in two acts' is the founding masterpiece of the Theatre of the Absurd. Bleakly funny and endlessly interpreted, it distils the human condition into two figures waiting, hoping, and enduring on a stage stripped almost bare.