His Majesty[…]entertain'd him with the Slaughter of two or three of his Liege Subjects, whom he very dexterously put to Death with the Tilt of his Lance.

and ye wassailers elide your costrels and denegate yourselves of your vinolency; and ye clinquant jillflirts, abject your elamping and bombycinous habiliments, and your bijous, and cease from your irrational calamistrations;

[Rosemary] Pountney sees the term ‘vaguen’ in the play’s second typescript as ‘explicit testimony to [Samuel] Beckett’s policy of “vaguening” the later drafts of his plays’ (1988: 149).

These sudden rains. Not tropical - with lightning, thunder, great release after hours of tension. But more nonchalant, more by-the-by. As if the clouds, rushing to get somewhere else, were to drop some rain in passing.