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Tevye: They gave each other a pledge. of, absurd.
You each other a pledge?
Unthinkable. Where do you think you
In Moscow? In Paris? Where do think they America?
And do you think you're doing?
You stitcher, you nothing! Who do you are? King Solomon?
isn't the way it's done, not here, not now.
Some I will not, I cannot, allow.
Tradtion-Marriages must be arranged by the papa. This should changed.
One little time you pull out a prop, and where does it stop? Where it stop?

Where it stop?
Do I have something to say about my daughter,
or doesn't anybody to ask the father any more?

I have wanted to ask you for time,
Reb Tevye, but first I wanted to save up for my own machine.

Stop talking nonsense. You're a poor tailor.

That's true, Reb Tevey, but a poor tailor is entitled to some happiness.
I you, Reb Tevey, your daughter will not starve.

He's beginning to like a man.
But what kind of match would be, with a poor tailor?
On the hand, he's an honest, hard worker.
On the other hand, he has nothing. On the other hand,
Things could never get worse for him, coulud only get better.
They gave other a pledge-unheard of, absurd.
They gave each a pledge-unthinkable.
But look at my daughter's loves him,
She wants him-and look at my eyes, so hopeful.

Tradition!

Well, children, when shall we the wedding?

Tzeitel: you, Papa.

Thank you, Papa.

Tevey: you, Papa! Golde! What do I do about Golde? Help!