"Who was it that robbed me of my money and jewels?" said Cunegonde, all bathed in tears. "How shall we live? What shall we do? Where find Inquisitors or Jews who will give me more?"
"Who robbed me of my money and jewels?" said Cunegonde, crying. "How will we live? What will we do? Where will we find Inquisitors or Jews who will give me more?"
"Alas!" said the old woman, "I have a shrewd suspicion of a reverend Grey Friar, who stayed last night in the same inn with us at Badajos. God preserve me from judging rashly, but he came into our room twice, and he set out upon his journey long before us."
"Alas!" said the old woman. "I have a strong suspicion about a certain reverend Grey Friar. He stayed with us at the inn in Badajos last night. May God preserve me from judging rashly. He came into our room twice. He set off on his journey long before we did."
"Alas!" said Candide, "dear Pangloss has often demonstrated to me that the goods of this world are common to all men, and that each has an equal right to them. But according to these principles the Grey Friar ought to have left us enough to carry us through our journey. Have you nothing at all left, my dear Cunegonde?"
"Alas!" said Candide. "Dear Pangloss has often shown me that the world's goods belong to everyone. He said each person has an equal right to them. By those principles, the Grey Friar should have left us enough to get us through our journey. Do you have nothing at all left, my dear Cunegonde?"
"Not a farthing," said she.
"Not a penny," she said.
"What then must we do?" said Candide.
"What should we do, then?" said Candide.
"Sell one of the horses," replied the old woman. "I will ride behind Miss Cunegonde, though I can hold myself only on one buttock, and we shall reach Cadiz."
"Sell one of the horses," replied the old woman. "I'll ride behind Miss Cunegonde. I can only sit on one hip. We will reach Cadiz."
In the same inn there was a Benedictine prior who bought the horse for a cheap price. Candide, Cunegonde, and the old woman, having passed through Lucena, Chillas, and Lebrixa, arrived at length at Cadiz. A fleet was there getting ready, and troops assembling to bring to reason the reverend Jesuit Fathers of Paraguay, accused of having made one of the native tribes in the neighborhood of San Sacrament revolt against the Kings of Spain and Portugal. Candide having been in the Bulgarian service, performed the military exercise before the general of this little army with so graceful an address, with so intrepid an air, and with such agility and expedition, that he was given the command of a company of foot. Now, he was a captain! He set sail with Miss Cunegonde, the old woman, two valets, and the two Andalusian horses, which had belonged to the grand Inquisitor of Portugal.
At the same inn a Benedictine prior bought the horse cheaply. Candide, Cunegonde, and the old woman passed through Lucena, Chillas, and Lebrixa. They finally reached Cadiz. A fleet was preparing there. Troops were gathering to deal with the reverend Jesuit Fathers of Paraguay. They were accused of causing a nearby native tribe, near San Sacrament, to revolt. This revolt was aimed against the kings of Spain and Portugal. Because Candide had served in the Bulgarian army, he drilled before the army's general. He showed graceful skill, a bold bearing, and quick agility. He was given command of a company of infantry. Now he was a captain! He sailed with Miss Cunegonde, the old woman, two valets, and two Andalusian horses. Those horses had belonged to the grand Inquisitor of Portugal.
During their voyage they reasoned a good deal on the philosophy of poor Pangloss.
During their voyage, they discussed poor Pangloss's philosophy at length.
"We are going into another world," said Candide; "and surely it must be there that all is for the best. For I must confess there is reason to complain a little of what passeth in our world in regard to both natural and moral philosophy."
"We're going into another world," said Candide. "Surely everything must be for the best there. I must admit there is some reason to complain about what happens in our world. This applies to both natural and moral philosophy."
"I love you with all my heart," said Cunegonde; "but my soul is still full of fright at that which I have seen and experienced."
"I love you with all my heart," said Cunegonde. "But I am still frightened by what I have seen and been through."
"All will be well," replied Candide; "the sea of this new world is already better than our European sea; it is calmer, the winds more regular. It is certainly the New World which is the best of all possible worlds."
"All will be well," replied Candide. "The sea in this New World is already better than our European sea. It is calmer, and the winds are more regular. This New World must be the best of all possible worlds."
"God grant it," said Cunegonde; "but I have been so horribly unhappy there that my heart is almost closed to hope."
"May God grant it," said Cunegonde. "But I have been so horribly unhappy there. My heart is almost closed to hope."
"You complain," said the old woman; "alas! you have not known such misfortunes as mine."
"You complain," said the old woman. "Alas, you have not known misfortunes like mine."
Cunegonde almost broke out laughing, finding the good woman very amusing, for pretending to have been as unfortunate as she.
Cunegonde almost burst out laughing. She found the good woman very amusing because she pretended to have suffered the same misfortunes.
"Alas!" said Cunegonde, "my good mother, unless you have been ravished by two Bulgarians, have received two deep wounds in your belly, have had two castles demolished, have had two mothers cut to pieces before your eyes, and two of your lovers whipped at an auto-da-fé, I do not conceive how you could be more unfortunate than I. Add that I was born a baroness of seventy-two quarterings—and have been a cook!"
"Alas!" said Cunegonde, "my good mother. Unless you were raped by two Bulgarians. Unless you received two deep wounds in your belly. Unless two castles were demolished. Unless two mothers were cut to pieces before your eyes. Unless two of your lovers were whipped at an auto-da-fé. I cannot imagine how you could be more unfortunate than I. Add that I was born a baroness of seventy-two quarterings, and that I have been a cook!"
"Miss," replied the old woman, "you do not know my birth; and were I to show you my backside, you would not talk in that manner, but would suspend your judgment."
"Miss," replied the old woman, "you do not know my birth. If I were to show you my backside, you would not talk like that. You would suspend your judgment."
This speech having raised extreme curiosity in the minds of Cunegonde and Candide, the old woman spoke to them as follows.
The speech left Cunegonde and Candide extremely curious. The old woman then spoke to them as follows.