A LOTTERY, PRESENTED BEFORE THE LATE QUEEN'S MAJESTY AT THE LORD CHANCELLOR'S HOUSE, 1601.b A Mariner with a box under his arm, containing all the several things following, supposed to come from the Carrick, came into the presence, singing this Song: CYNTHIA, Queen of seas and lands, That Fortune every where commands, To try her Fortune every way. There did I Fortune meet, which makes me now to sing, All the Nymphs of THETIS' train Was to her Fortune brought by them. b This Lottery was presented to the Queen in the summer of 1601, at York House, the residence of Sir Thomas Egerton, Lord Keeper. NICHOLS' Progresses, vol. iii. p. 570. c Or Caract, a large ship.-Chaucer speaks of Satan having "a tayl Broder than of a Carrike is the sayl." Sir Walter Raleigh, a contributor to the Rhapsody, observes, " In which river the largest Carack may," &c. Her Fortune sped so well, as makes me now to sing, There is no fishing to the sea, nor service to the King. Fortune, that it might be seen And cast her favours every where. Some toys fell to my share, which makes me now to sing, There is no fishing to the sea, nor service to the King. THE SONG ENDED, HE UTTERED THIS SHORT SPEECH: God save you, fair Ladies all; and for my part, if ever I be brought to answer for my sins, God forgive me my sharking, and lay usury to my charge. I am a Mariner, and am now come from the sea, where I had the fortune to light upon these few trifles. I must confess, I came but lightly by them; but I no sooner had them, but I made a vow that as they came to my hands by Fortune, I would not part with them but by Fortune. To that end I have ever since carried these lots about me, that, SO d Mr. Nichols, in his Progresses of Queen Elizabeth, cites the following passage from a speech made at the Queen's entertainment at Cowdray, to prove that the line in the text was an “olde saying." "Madame it is an olde saying There is no fishing to the sea, nor service to the King'; but it holds when the sea is calm, and the King virtuous."-Vol. iii. pp. 95-571. 6 if I met with fit company, I might divide my booty among them. And now, I thank my good fortunes! I am lighted into the best company of the world, a company of the fairest Ladies that ever I saw. Come Ladies, try your fortunes; and if any light upon an unfortunate blank, let her think that fortune doth but mock her in these trifles, and means to pleasure her in greater matters. THE LOTS. I. FORTUNE'S WHEELS. Fortune must now no more on triumph ride; II. A PURSE. You thrive, or would, or may; your lot's a Purse, III. A MASK. Want you a Mask? here Fortune gives you one, IV. A LOOKING GLASS. Blind Fortune doth not see how fair you be, V. A HANDKERCHIEF. Whether you seem to weep, or weep indeed, VI. A PLAIN RING. Fortune doth send you, hap it well or ill, This plain gold Ring, to wed you to your will. VII. A RING, WITH THIS POESY. As faithful as I find.' Your hand by Fortune on this Ring doth light, And yet the words do hit your humour right. VIII. A PAIR OF GLOVES. Fortune these Gloves to you in challenge sends, For that you love not fools, that are her friends. IX. A DOZEN OF POINTS. You are in ev'ry point a lover true, And therefore Fortune gives the Points to you. X. A LACE. Give her the Lace, that loves to be straight lac'd, So Fortune's little gift is aptly plac'd. XI. A PAIR OF KNIVES. Fortune doth give this pair of Knives to you, XII. A GIRDLE. By Fortune's Girdle you may happy be, XIII. A PAIR OF WRITING TABLES. These Tables may contain your thoughts in part, But write not all that's written in your heart. Though you XIV. A PAIR OF GARTERS. have Fortune's Garters, you must be More staid and constant in your steps than she. XV. A COIF AND CROSS-CLOTH. Frown in good earnest, or be sick in jest, XVI. A SCARF. Take you this Scarf, bind CUPID hand and foot; XVII. A FALLING BAND. Fortune would have you rise, yet guides your hand From other lots to take the Falling Band. XVIII. A STOMACHER. This Stomacher is full of windows wrought, XIX. A PAIR OF SCISSARS. These Scissars do your housewifery bewray, You love to work, though you were born to play. XX. A CHAIN. Because you scorn Love's captive to remain, Fortune hath sworn to lead you in a Chain. |