Gen’ral Parmenio, what think you?”
“Indeed ’tis true, my liege, ’tis very true,”
Parmenio cry’d, and, sighing, shook his head.
Then from his pocket took a knife so nice,
With which he chipp’d his cheese and onions,
And from a rafter cut a handsome slice,
To make rare toothpicks for the Macedonians;
Just like the toothpicks which we see
At Stratford, made from Shakespear’s mulb’ry tree.
What pity that the squire and knight