Did ever man, brother _Toby_, cried my father, raising himself upon his elbow, and turning himself round to the opposite side of the bed, where my uncle _Toby_ was sitting in his old fringed chair, with his chin resting upon his crutch----did ever a poor unfortunate man, brother _Toby_, cried my father, receive so many lashes? ----The most I ever saw given, quoth my uncle _Toby_ (ringing the bell at the bed's head for _Trim_) was to a grenadier, I think in _Mackay's_ regiment.
------Had my uncle _Toby_ shot a bullet through my father's heart, he could not have fallen down with his nose upon the quilt more suddenly.
Bless me! said my uncle _Toby_.
'Did ever man, brother Toby,' cried my father, raising himself upon his elbow, and turning to face my uncle, who was sitting in his old fringed chair, with his chin resting upon his crutch - 'did ever a poor unfortunate man receive so many lashes?'
'The most I ever saw given,' quoth my uncle Toby (ringing the bell for Trim) 'was to a grenadier, I think in Mackay's regiment.'
Had my uncle Toby shot a bullet through my father's heart, he could not have fallen down with his nose upon the quilt more suddenly.
'Bless me!' said my uncle Toby.
Book 4 - Chapter 3