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many kingdoms of the world”⁠—[Here Trim kept waving his right hand from the sermon to the extent of his arm, returning it backwards and forwards to the conclusion of the paragraph.] > > “In how many kingdoms of the world has the crusading sword of this misguided saint-errant, spared neither age nor merit, or sex, or condition?⁠—and, as he fought under the banners of a religion which set him loose from justice and humanity, he showed none; mercilessly trampled upon both,⁠—heard neither the cries of the unfortunate, nor pitied their distresses.” > > [I have been in many a battle, an’ please your Honour, quoth Trim , sighing, but never in so melancholy a one as this,⁠—I would not have drawn a tricker in it against these poor souls,⁠⸺⁠to have been made a general officer.⁠⸺⁠Why? what do you understand of the affair? said Dr. Slop , looking towards Trim , with something more of contempt than the Corporal’s honest heart deserved.⁠⸺⁠What do you know, friend, about this battle you talk of?⁠—I know, replied Trim , that I never refused quarter in my life to any man who cried out for it;⁠⸺⁠but to a woman or a child, continued Trim , before I would level my musket at them, I would lose my life a thousand times.⁠⸺⁠Here’s a crown for thee, Trim , to drink with Obadiah tonight, quoth my uncle Toby , and I’ll give Obadiah another too.⁠—God bless your Honour, replied Trim ,⁠⸺⁠I had rather these poor women and children had it.⁠⸺⁠Thou art an honest fellow, quoth my uncle Toby .⁠⸺⁠My father nodded his head, as