Candide: Oh
Cunegonde: Oh
Candide: Is it true?
Cunegonde: Is it you?
Candide: Cunegonde!
Cunegonde: Candide!
Candide:Cunegonde!
Cunegonde: Candide!
Candide: Cunegonde!
Cunegonde: Can-
Candide: Oh!
Cunegonde: Oh!
Candide: Is it true?
Cunegonde: Is it you?
Candide: Cunegonde!
Cunegonde: Candide!
Candide: Oh my
Cunegonde: Dear
Candide: Love
Cunegonde: My
Candide: Dear
Both: Love
Candide: Dearest how can this be so? You were dead, you know. You were shot and bayonetted, too.
Cunegonde: That is very true. Oh, but love will find a way.
Candide: Then, what did you do?
Cunegonde: We'll go into that another day. Now let's talk of you. You are looking very well. Weren't you clever, dear, to
survive!
Candide: I've a sorry tale to tell. I escaped more dead then alive.
Cuengonde: Love of mine where did you go?
Candide: Oh, I wandered to and fro.
Cunegonde: Oh, what torture! Oh, what pain!
Candide: Holland, Portugal, and Spain!
Cunegonde: Oh, what torture!
Candide: Holland, Portu-
Cunegonde: Oh, what torture!
Candide: I would do it all again to find you at last.
Both: Reunited after so much pain. But the pain is past.
Candide: We are one again.
Cunegonde: We are one at last.
One again. One at last. One again. One at last.
Cunegonde: One
Candide: One
Both: One. One. One. One at last.