The faithful Cacambo had already prevailed upon the Turkish skipper, who was to conduct the Sultan Achmet to Constantinople, to receive Candide and Martin on his ship. They both embarked after having made their obeisance to his miserable Highness.
Loyal Cacambo had already persuaded the Turkish captain. The captain was to take Sultan Achmet to Constantinople. He agreed to carry Candide and Martin on his ship. They boarded after paying their respects to that miserable Highness.
"You see," said Candide to Martin on the way, "we supped with six dethroned kings, and of those six there was one to whom I gave charity. Perhaps there are many other princes yet more unfortunate. For my part, I have only lost a hundred sheep; and now I am flying into Cunegonde's arms. My dear Martin, yet once more Pangloss was right: all is for the best."
"You see," said Candide to Martin on the road, "we had supper with six dethroned kings. I gave charity to one of them. Maybe there are other princes even more unfortunate. As for me, I have only lost a hundred sheep. Now I am rushing into Cunegonde's arms. My dear Martin, once again Pangloss was right. Everything is for the best."
"I wish it," answered Martin.
"I wish that were true," Martin replied.
"But," said Candide, "it was a very strange adventure we met with at Venice. It has never before been seen or heard that six dethroned kings have supped together at a public inn."
"But," said Candide, "it was a very strange adventure we had at Venice. Never before has anyone seen or heard of six dethroned kings supping together at a public inn."
"It is not more extraordinary," said Martin, "than most of the things that have happened to us. It is a very common thing for kings to be dethroned; and as for the honour we have had of supping in their company, it is a trifle not worth our attention."
"It’s not more surprising," said Martin, "than most things that have happened to us. It’s very common for kings to be overthrown. And as for the honour we had of dining with them, it’s a trivial matter not worth our attention."
No sooner had Candide got on board the vessel than he flew to his old valet and friend Cacambo, and tenderly embraced him.
As soon as Candide boarded the ship, he ran to his old valet and friend Cacambo. He embraced him tenderly.
"Well," said he, "what news of Cunegonde? Is she still a prodigy of beauty? Does she love me still? How is she? Thou hast doubtless bought her a palace at Constantinople?"
"Well," he said, "what news of Cunegonde? Is she still as beautiful as ever? Does she still love me? How is she? You have probably bought her a palace in Constantinople?"
"My dear master," answered Cacambo, "Cunegonde washes dishes on the banks of the Propontis, in the service of a prince, who has very few dishes to wash; she is a slave in the family of an ancient sovereign named Ragotsky, to whom the Grand Turk allows three crowns a day in his exile. But what is worse still is, that she has lost her beauty and has become horribly ugly."
"My dear master," answered Cacambo, "Cunegonde washes dishes on the banks of the Propontis. She serves a prince who has very few dishes to wash. She is a slave in the household of an old ruler named Ragotsky. The Grand Turk gives him three crowns a day while he is in exile. Worse than that, she has lost her beauty and become horribly ugly."
François Leopold Ragotsky (1676-1735).
"Well, handsome or ugly," replied Candide, "I am a man of honour, and it is my duty to love her still. But how came she to be reduced to so abject a state with the five or six millions that you took to her?"
"Well, handsome or ugly," Candide replied. "I am a man of honor. It is my duty to still love her. But how did she end up so abject after the five or six million you gave her?"
"Ah!" said Cacambo, "was I not to give two millions to Senor Don Fernando d'Ibaraa, y Figueora, y Mascarenes, y Lampourdos, y Souza, Governor of Buenos Ayres, for permitting Miss Cunegonde to come away? And did not a corsair bravely rob us of all the rest? Did not this corsair carry us to Cape Matapan, to Milo, to Nicaria, to Samos, to Petra, to the Dardanelles, to Marmora, to Scutari? Cunegonde and the old woman serve the prince I now mentioned to you, and I am slave to the dethroned Sultan."
"Ah!" said Cacambo. "Wasn't I supposed to give two million to Señor Don Fernando d'Ibaraa y Figueora y Mascarenes y Lampourdos y Souza? He was the Governor of Buenos Aires. I was to pay him for allowing Miss Cunegonde to leave. Didn't a corsair boldly rob us of everything else? He took us to Cape Matapan, Milo, Nicaria, and Samos. Then he took us to Petra, the Dardanelles, Marmora, and Scutari. Cunegonde and the old woman now serve the prince I mentioned. I am the slave of the dethroned Sultan."
"What a series of shocking calamities!" cried Candide. "But after all, I have some diamonds left; and I may easily pay Cunegonde's ransom. Yet it is a pity that she is grown so ugly."
"What a string of terrible disasters!" cried Candide. "Still, I have a few diamonds left. I can easily pay Cunegonde's ransom. It's a pity she has become so ugly."
Then, turning towards Martin: "Who do you think," said he, "is most to be pitied—the Sultan Achmet, the Emperor Ivan, King Charles Edward, or I?"
Then he turned to Martin and said, "Who do you think is most to be pitied, the Sultan Achmet, the Emperor Ivan, King Charles Edward, or me?"
"How should I know!" answered Martin. "I must see into your hearts to be able to tell."
"How am I supposed to know?" answered Martin. "I'd have to see into your hearts to tell you."
"Ah!" said Candide, "if Pangloss were here, he could tell."
"Ah!" said Candide. "If Pangloss were here, he could tell."
"I know not," said Martin, "in what sort of scales your Pangloss would weigh the misfortunes of mankind and set a just estimate on their sorrows. All that I can presume to say is, that there are millions of people upon earth who have a hundred times more to complain of than King Charles Edward, the Emperor Ivan, or the Sultan Achmet."
"I don't know," said Martin, "how your Pangloss would weigh humanity's misfortunes. I don't know how he would fairly measure their sorrows. All I can say is this. Millions of people on earth have a hundred times more to complain about. They suffer more than King Charles Edward, Emperor Ivan, or Sultan Achmet."
"That may well be," said Candide.
"That may be true," said Candide.
In a few days they reached the Bosphorus, and Candide began by paying a very high ransom for Cacambo. Then without losing time, he and his companions went on board a galley, in order to search on the banks of the Propontis for his Cunegonde, however ugly she might have become.
In a few days they reached the Bosphorus. Candide began by paying a very high ransom to free Cacambo. They did not waste time. He and his companions boarded a galley to search the shores of the Propontis for his Cunegonde. He resolved to find her, however ugly she might have become.
Among the crew there were two slaves who rowed very badly, and to whose bare shoulders the Levantine captain would now and then apply blows from a bull's pizzle. Candide, from a natural impulse, looked at these two slaves more attentively than at the other oarsmen, and approached them with pity. Their features though greatly disfigured, had a slight resemblance to those of Pangloss and the unhappy Jesuit and Westphalian Baron, brother to Miss Cunegonde. This moved and saddened him. He looked at them still more attentively.
Among the crew were two slaves who rowed very badly. Now and then the Levantine captain struck their bare shoulders with a bull's pizzle. From a natural impulse, Candide looked at these two slaves more closely than at the other oarsmen, and he went up to them with pity. Their features, though badly disfigured, bore a slight resemblance to those of Pangloss and of the unhappy Jesuit, the Westphalian Baron who was Miss Cunegonde's brother. This moved and saddened him. He looked at them still more closely.
"Indeed," said he to Cacambo, "if I had not seen Master Pangloss hanged, and if I had not had the misfortune to kill the Baron, I should think it was they that were rowing."
"Indeed," he said to Cacambo. "If I had not seen Master Pangloss hanged, I would think they were rowing. If I had not had the misfortune of killing the Baron, I would think so too."
At the names of the Baron and of Pangloss, the two galley-slaves uttered a loud cry, held fast by the seat, and let drop their oars. The captain ran up to them and redoubled his blows with the bull's pizzle.
When they heard the names of the Baron and of Pangloss, the two galley slaves cried out. They clung to their seats and dropped their oars. The captain ran up to them. He beat them harder with the bull's pizzle.
"Stop! stop! sir," cried Candide. "I will give you what money you please."
"Stop! Stop, sir," cried Candide. "I'll give you whatever money you want."
"What! it is Candide!" said one of the slaves.
"What! It's Candide!" said one of the slaves.
"What! it is Candide!" said the other.
"What! It's Candide!" said the other.
"Do I dream?" cried Candide; "am I awake? or am I on board a galley? Is this the Baron whom I killed? Is this Master Pangloss whom I saw hanged?"
"Do I dream?" cried Candide. "Am I awake? Or am I on board a galley? Is this the Baron I killed? Is this Master Pangloss who I saw hanged?"
"It is we! it is we!" answered they.
"It's us! It's us!" they answered.
"Well! is this the great philosopher?" said Martin.
"Well! Is this the great philosopher?" said Martin.
"Ah! captain," said Candide, "what ransom will you take for Monsieur de Thunder-ten-Tronckh, one of the first barons of the empire, and for Monsieur Pangloss, the profoundest metaphysician in Germany?"
"Ah! captain," said Candide. "What ransom will you take for Monsieur de Thunder-ten-Tronckh? He is one of the empire's foremost barons. And for Monsieur Pangloss? He is the most profound metaphysician in Germany."
"Dog of a Christian," answered the Levantine captain, "since these two dogs of Christian slaves are barons and metaphysicians, which I doubt not are high dignities in their country, you shall give me fifty thousand sequins."
"You Christian dog," answered the Levantine captain, "Since these two Christian slave dogs are barons and metaphysicians. I do not doubt those are high ranks in their country. You will give me fifty thousand sequins."
"You shall have them, sir. Carry me back at once to Constantinople, and you shall receive the money directly. But no; carry me first to Miss Cunegonde."
"You'll have them, sir. Bring me back to Constantinople at once. You will receive the money immediately. No. Take me to Miss Cunegonde first."
Upon the first proposal made by Candide, however, the Levantine captain had already tacked about, and made the crew ply their oars quicker than a bird cleaves the air.
When Candide first suggested it, however, the Levantine captain had already tacked. He ordered the crew to row faster than a bird cuts through the air.
Candide embraced the Baron and Pangloss a hundred times.
Candide hugged the Baron and Pangloss a hundred times.
"And how happened it, my dear Baron, that I did not kill you? And, my dear Pangloss, how came you to life again after being hanged? And why are you both in a Turkish galley?"
"And how did it happen, my dear Baron? Why did I not kill you? And my dear Pangloss, how did you come back to life after being hanged? And why are you both on a Turkish galley?"
"And it is true that my dear sister is in this country?" said the Baron.
"Is it true that my dear sister is in this country?" said the Baron.
"Yes," answered Cacambo.
"Yes," Cacambo said.
"Then I behold, once more, my dear Candide," cried Pangloss.
"Then I see you once more, my dear Candide," cried Pangloss.
Candide presented Martin and Cacambo to them; they embraced each other, and all spoke at once. The galley flew; they were already in the port. Instantly Candide sent for a Jew, to whom he sold for fifty thousand sequins a diamond worth a hundred thousand, though the fellow swore to him by Abraham that he could give him no more. He immediately paid the ransom for the Baron and Pangloss. The latter threw himself at the feet of his deliverer, and bathed them with his tears; the former thanked him with a nod, and promised to return him the money on the first opportunity.
Candide introduced Martin and Cacambo to them. They embraced and everyone spoke at once. The galley sped. They were already in the port. Instantly Candide sent for a Jewish moneylender. He sold him a diamond worth one hundred thousand for fifty thousand sequins. The man swore by Abraham he had no more to give. Candide immediately paid the ransom for the Baron and for Pangloss. Pangloss threw himself at the feet of his rescuer and bathed them in tears. The Baron thanked Candide with a nod and promised to repay him at the first opportunity.
"But is it indeed possible that my sister can be in Turkey?" said he.
"But can it really be that my sister is in Turkey?" he said.
"Nothing is more possible," said Cacambo, "since she scours the dishes in the service of a Transylvanian prince."
"It's very possible," said Cacambo. "She washes dishes for a Transylvanian prince."
Candide sent directly for two Jews and sold them some more diamonds, and then they all set out together in another galley to deliver Cunegonde from slavery.
Candide immediately sent for two Jews. He sold them more diamonds. Then they set off in another galley to free Cunegonde from slavery.