Deadwood as Beckett

Reverend Smith: I’m in a quandary, gentlemen. Are you Messer’s Bullock and Star?
Sol: In the flesh.
Rev: You are the absolute images of them, gentlemen. But what makes me afraid is I do not recognize you as my friends. And, naturally, I am afraid.
Sol: What are you afraid of, sir?
Rev: I don’t know what’s happening to me. I have various ailments, and I suppose this is a further ailment, but of what sort, I don’t know. And I’m afraid if you are devils, which—which I don’t believe you are, because you were the kindest men of all in the camp to me. But if you were devils, I suppose that—that would be the type of shape you would take, and – and if you are not devils, I…Then I am—I am simply losing my mind. And with my other ailments, I am concerned and afraid.
Sol: Alright, Reverend.
Seth: We’re the people you met the night you watched our goods. I’m from Etobicoke,Ontario.
Sol: I’m from Vienna, Austria.
(The Reverend’s face lights up.)
Rev: Wonderful.
Seth: You’re here with friends.
Rev: Yes. Yes, I feel that now. And I have various ailments of which we all suffer.
Sol: And next morning, often finds us feeling better.
Rev: Yes. In any case, part of God’s plan.
Seth: May we walk you back to your tent, sir?
Rev:  An evening stroll with friends. I would do enjoy that.