Shall take it of me, and then I care not a louse.
But yonder cometh forth a wench or a lad:
If he have not one Lombard's touch[97], my luck is bad.
ACTUS II., SCÆNA 3.
TRUEPENNY, D. DOUGH., TIBET T., ANNOT AL.
Truepenny. I am clean lost for lack of merry company;
We 'gree not half well within, our wenches and I:
They will command like mistresses, they will forbid;
If they be not served, Truepenny must be chid.