----In a fortnight or three weeks, added my uncle _Toby_, smiling, ----he might march. ----He will never march; an' please your honour, in this world, said the corporal: ----He will march; said my uncle _Toby_, rising up, from the side of the bed, with one shoe off: ----An' please your honour, said the corporal, he will never march but to his grave: ----He shall march, cried my uncle _Toby_, marching the foot which had a shoe on, though without advancing an inch, --he shall march to his regiment. ----He cannot stand it, said the corporal; ----He shall be supported, said my uncle _Toby_; ----He'll drop at last, said the corporal, and what will become of his boy? ----He shall not drop, said my uncle _Toby_, firmly. ----A-well-o'-day, --do what we can for him, said _Trim_, maintaining his point, --the poor soul will die: ----He shall not die, by G--, cried my uncle _Toby_.
--The ACCUSING SPIRIT, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blush'd as he gave it in; --and the RECORDING ANGEL, as he wrote it down, dropp'd a tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever.
 in a fortnight or three weeks, he might march.'
'He will never march, your honour, in this world,' said the corporal.
'He will march,' said my uncle Toby, rising up, with one shoe off.
'An' please your honour,' said the corporal, 'he will never march but to his grave.'
'He shall march,' cried my uncle Toby, marching the foot which had a shoe on, though without advancing an inch; 'he shall march to his regiment.'
'He cannot stand,' said the corporal.
'He shall be supported,' said my uncle Toby.
'He'll drop,' said the corporal, 'and what will become of his boy? do what we can for him, the poor soul will die.'
'He shall not die, by G__,' cried my uncle Toby.
- The Accusing Spirit, which flew up to heaven with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the Recording Angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever.