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Sexta à noite. O estômago dói e, sem metáforas, não é o único. Vladimir: (hurt, coldly). May one inquire where His Highness spent the night? Estragon: In a ditch. Vladimir: (admiringly). A ditch! Where? Estragon: (without gesture). Over there. Vladimir: And they didn’t beat you? Estragon: Beat me? Certainly they beat me. Vladimir: The same …