Lickpenny

For well London Lykke-peny for ones and eye, / For lake of money I may not spede.

[…] at Smyrna, you talked of a lawsuit—law is a lickpenny, Mr Tyrrel—no counsellor like the pound in purse.

The Scotsmen, being lickpennies by nature, rode off without paying their bill!

His pouch was now all void and empty, his future years were like to be sour, thoughty, and woe-begone, and himself a cumberworld, unsicker of his scarce and slender livelihood in lickpenny London, forced to beg, steal, or starve, and gaping after honest death.