Tevye: Golde, I have decided to give Perchik permission to become engaged to our daughter, Hodel.
Golde: What‽ He’s poor! He has nothing, absolutely nothing!
Tevye: He's a good man, Golde. I like him. And what's more important, Hodel likes him. Hodel loves him. So what can we do? It’s a new world... A new world.
Love.
Golde...
[Song starts.]
Do you love me?
Golde: Do I what?
Tevye: Do you love me?
Golde: Do I love you?
With our daughters getting married
And this trouble in the town
You’re upset, you’re worn out;
Go inside, go lie down!
Maybe it's indigestion.
Golde, I’m asking you a question:
Do you love me?
You're a fool.
I know.
But do you love me?
Do I love you?
For twenty-five years I’ve washed your clothes,
Cooked your meals, cleaned your house,
Given you children, milked the cow;
After twenty-five years, why talk about love right now?
Golde, the first time I met you
I was scared. I was shy.
I was nervous. So was I.
But my father and my mother
Said we’d learn to love each other
And now I’m asking, Golde,
Do you love me?
I’m your wife.
I know.
But do you love me?
Do I love him?
For twenty-five years I’ve lived with him,
Fought him, starved with him.
Twenty-five years my bed is his.
If that’s not love, what is?
Then you love me?
I suppose I do.
And I suppose I love you, too.
Both:
It doesn't change a thing,
But even so
After twenty-five years
It’s nice to know.