My lord, I do deny it is her toe.
Whose toe be it, if not my lady’s toe?
Vexatious problem that, but not of heft.
There’s naught to indicate the lady’s harm’d.
The fresh green paint of fair Miss Bonnie’s nail!
Marry, sir, nail-painting, rugs and urine.
A man may paint the white toe green, tell her,
Paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.
And where might a man fetch a toe?
Thou wouldst have a toe? A toe can be obtain’d.
Ways are known, Knave. Thou wilt not like to hear.
I’ll have a toe for thee this afternoon
Ere singeth cockerel at three o’clock.