1 My friend," said he, "this is not right.
2 My friend," said he, "we are all priests.
3 Here, my dear friend," said he to him, "this thou must do.
4 But, gentlemen, surely you would not choose to eat your friends.
5 No sooner had Candide got on board the vessel than he flew to his old valet and friend Cacambo, and tenderly embraced him.
6 Candide fainted at this word; his friend recalled his senses with a little bad vinegar which he found by chance in the stable.
7 Had our friend Pangloss seen El Dorado he would no longer have said that the castle of Thunder-ten-Tronckh was the finest upon earth.
8 He despaired at parting from so good a master, who had become his intimate friend; but the pleasure of serving him prevailed over the pain of leaving him.
9 During this conversation, the news was spread that two Viziers and the Mufti had been strangled at Constantinople, and that several of their friends had been impaled.
10 I own, my friend, once more that the castle where I was born is nothing in comparison with this; but, after all, Miss Cunegonde is not here, and you have, without doubt, some mistress in Europe.
11 These last words determined Candide; he went and flung himself at the feet of the charitable Anabaptist James, and gave him so touching a picture of the state to which his friend was reduced, that the good man did not scruple to take Dr. Pangloss into his house, and had him cured at his expense.