Fiddler on the Roof Page #3

Because you're a girl from a poor family

so whatever Yente brings, you'll take,

right?

Of course right.

Hodel! Oh, Hodel! Have I

made a match for you.

He's handsome, he's young.

All right, he's 62.

But he's a nice man. A

good catch, true, true.

I promise you'll be happy

And even if you're not.

There's more to life than that.

Don't ask me what.

Chava! I found him. Will

you be a lucky bride

He's handsome, he's tall

That is, from side to side.

But he's a nice man A good catch.

Right?

Right.

- You heard he has a temper.

- He'll beat you every night.

But only when he's sober

So you're all right.

Did you think you'd get a prince.

Well, I'll find the best I can.

With no dowry, no money.

No family background.

Be glad you've got a man.

Matchmaker, matchmaker

You know that I'm

still very young.

Please take your time.

Up to this minute I misunderstood

that I could get stuck for good.

Dear Yente, see that he's gentle

Remember, you were also a bride

It's not that I'm sentimental.

It's just that I'm terrified.

Matchmaker, matchmaker

Plan me no plans

I'm in no rush. Maybe I've learned.

Playing with matches a

girl can get burned.

So bring me no ring.

Groom me no groom. Find me no find.

Catch me no catch.

Unless he's a matchless match.

Dear God, was that necessary?

Did you have to make him lame

just before the Sabbath?

Ah, that wasn't nice.

It's enough you pick on me

bless me with five daughters,

a life of poverty.

That's all right, but what

have you got against my horse?

Really, sometimes I think

when things are too quiet up there

you say to yourself

"Let's see. What kind of mischief

can I play on my friend Tevye?"

Aha! So you're finally

here, my breadwinner.

I'll talk to you later.

- So why are you late today?

- His foot went lame.

Well hurry up. The sun won't wait.

And I have something

important to say to you.

- I still have deliveries in the village.

- You'll be late for the Sabbath.

I won't be late.

You'll be late.

I won't be late.

I won't be late!

If you ever stop talking, I won't be late!

You can die from such a man.

As the Good Book says

"Heal us, O Lord, and we shall be healed."

In other words, send us the cure.

We've got the sickness already.

Well, I'm not really complaining.

After all, with your help

I'm starving to death.

Oh, dear Lord!

You made many, many poor people.

I realize, of course, it's

no shame to be poor

but it's no great honor either.

Ahh

So what would have been so terrible

if I had a small fortune?

If I were a rich man.

Yubby dibby dibby dibby

dibby dibby dibby dum

All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.

If I were a wealthy man

I wouldn't have to work hard.

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