The loyal martyrs or, bloody inquisiror [sic]. Being a just account of the mercenary and inhuman barbarities transacted in the Inquisition of Spain. ...

THE Loyal Martyrs ; or , Bloody Inquisiror . BEING A just Account of the Mercenary and Inhuman Barbarities transacted in the Inquisition of Spain .

Shewing , How a Gentleman having married , a young Lady in St James's Street , they agreed to travel together for the Space of five Years , to see foreign Parts . How as soon as they came to Spain , intending to take a View of the Place , they were both seiz'd by Order of the Inquisitor . Also how they were separately examined and charged with Crimes that they were innocent of . How they underwent their Punishments inflicted on them , in order to exhort a Confession from them . Likewise , how they were tried by their Court of Justice , and condemn'd to be burnt alive . The Manner of their Behaviour at the Place of Execution , where they were tormented near two Hours before they expired , during which Time there continued a dreadful torm of Thunder and Light'ning those cruel Wretches that came to see them suffer .

How a Gentleman and his Lady travelled to Spain , and what Misfortune happened them . OF all the Nations in the Universe , There 's none sure can compare With Spain , for bloody Sentences , As I 'll to you declare : The Manner of their Inquisition , Is what I shall relate : A beauteous Couple , as we hear , Fell in their Hands of late . first will let you understand , This ' Squire's Name and Place Of dwelling , when he left this Land , Which prov'd unfortunate . He liv'd in St James's Street , Arrow Smith was his Name ; He had four hundred Pounds a Year . With his Lady of Fame . For Beauty none could her exc●●e She was so lovely fair ; Her Cheeks were like the fragrant Rose Few could with her compare . She was the Beauty of the Age , And he as fine a Youth ; Which did each others Love engage , As we hear for a Truth . He says to his Lady one Day , My Dear , will you agree . To go with me to foreign Parts , Their Customs for to see : And about the Space of five Years Time We will return-again , Here back into our native Place , Where we will then remain . She answer'd Love . I 'm ready to Obey all you Commands ; And with you thro' the World will go Freely with Heart and Hand . I am not in the least afraid , To travel where you please ; For you are all I value here , My whole Support and Ea●e . Then Preparations soon were made , They having both agreed , s That first of all to Spain they 'd go , So they set out with Speed . They took with them two serving Men , Upon then for to wait ; But now their Scene of Misery , To you I will relate . A spacious Lodging there they took , Some Days in Pleasure spent , In viewing of the Country round , Which was their sole Intent : At last a wicked Jesuit , Upon her cast an Eye , Saying , If I do not her enjoy , They surely both shall die . This Villain us'd all Means he could , To gain her Company , But never could obtain his Ends , To stain her Chastity : At last he being swell'd with Rage , And wicked Lust did burn , He gave an Information there Were two that would not turn . The Inquisitor said , then let them Be brought then before me , To answer for their Insolence , I 'll soon make them agree : How dare they to withstand our Laws , That are so good and just . If they be stubborn in their Ways , They shall burn to Dust . This beauteous Couple then were seiz'd Not knowing what they meant , The Lady fright'ned to them said , Pray what is your Intent ? I know no Harm that we have done , What means this sudden Strife ? They said to join in our just Cause , Or else you 'll lose your Life . The ' Squire before the Inquisitor , He was examined first , To know the Reason why he did Withstand their Laws so just . He answer'd very boldly then , Before that I will turn , From the Religion I profess , I 'll sooner chuse to burn .

The ' Squire and his Lady at the Inquisition House examining before the Inquisitor . THE Inquisitor was then enrag'd , Saying , Tortures ; Hell , and Fire , You surely , Sir , shall have , Since it is your Desire : You guilty are of many Crimes , Though you do them deny ; But if that you 'll confess and turn , I 'll use you handsomely . Your Superstition I defy , I 've nothing more to say : The Inquisitor gave Orders then For to take him away . And punish him as I 'll describe , Because he would not plead ; Which when I do relate the same , 't will make your Hearts to bleed . Then in a Dungeon dismal dark , They seperate were confin'd . Poor Souls they little thought what Death They had for them design'd . The Lady she was frightened much , And seem'd to grieve full sore ; And for to see each other's Face , They did the Lord implore . A Fire quickly was prepar'd , Before it he was brought . And mov'd Feet foremost by Degrees , Till they his Feet had scorch'd . He never seem'd to winch or cry , But still endure the Pain ; And when his Life was almost spent , They brought him back again . The Lady next examin'd was . Of Crimes she did not know : The Judge said , Child if you 'll confess , I will you Mercy show . Confess what ! O Sir , she did say , I know not what you mean ; To my dear God I will be just , I value not your Spleen . He said . Child if you 'll but understand , You are in a wrong Cause : I 'd have you know you 're in this Land Submit to our just Laws ; Or else you and your Husband both , Your Trial soon shall take : For Heretics you shall be burn'd , If you don't it forsake . As for your Punishments she said , I value not a Pin . One Thing of you I have to crave , To see my Dear again ; And grant we both in one Urn , Together may expire ; For this our good and glorious Cause , Is all here I desire . The Inquisitor said , Lady fair , Pray don't so stubborn be , I 'll save you if you confess , The Crimes you have done to me . To our good Religion turn , Then happy you may dwell ; But if you don't , you 'll surely burn , And both ●ill go to Hell . Undauntedly she Answer made , Your Subtile I defy , All the Torments you can invent , Shall ne'er make inedeny The blessed Tracks of my dear Christ That will my Guardian be , Preserve me from tormenting Pains , To all Eternity . To the Secretary then he said , Now I am fully bent , Since my Commands she won't bey , A severe Punishment . She speedily shall undergo , And I will see it done ; She shall severely tortur'd be , Because she will not turn .

The ' Squire and his Lady undergoing the Torture the Inquisitor put them to , because they would not turn to be Roman Catholics . THEY tied her down upon her Back , Likewise her Hands and Feet , Poor Soul the Cords they tied so right On her made her sweat : Then Water through a fine Lawn Cloth , They pour'd down her Throat ; But still to them she 'd not comply , Though she was almost choak'd . The Inquisitor gave Orders then , That she should be untied . And for their stubborn Insolence , They both should soon be tried . Poor Lady she was almost spent , With their curst Cruelty ; But the first Word she spoke was this , Before I 'll turn : I 'll die . You may torment my Body here , But cannot hurt my Soul ; With Patience I 'll your Torments bear , You ne'er shall me controul : My blessed God is good and just , And will stand by me still ; So I 'm resolv'd still to observe His blessed holy Will . Sure such undaunted Courage in Woman 's seldom found ; She was sent back unto the Place , Till she receiv'd her Doom . 't was in a dismal Dungeon where , No Light was to be seen ; She valued not what she endured , For the blest Cause she stood in . Six Months this ' Squire and his Love , Confin'd was in this Place ; He said , O God , grant that I Once more may see her Face : I value not these Wertches Spleen , Could I preserve my Wife : I all the Torments do defy , I value not my Life , Poor Souls they had a great Desire , Each other for to see ; The Jailor that attended them , Said , Sir , that cannot be : You will not see your Lady fair , Till you 're to Justice brought ; And if you don't turn to our Faith , Your Deaths are surely wrought . In about six Weeks after this , There did an Order come , To bring them both to Justice Hall , For to receive their Doom . But when they did each other see , With Extasy of Joy , The Lady she fainted away , Who could such Love annoy . Soon as they brought her to herself , Then came on their Trials , And in the Cages they were put , Places for Criminals : Their Accusation beign read , The Judge to them did say , You hear Prisoners what is alledg'd , Against you here this Day .

The ' Squire and his Lady brought before the Inquisitor and Judge , to take their Trial . THE' Squire then he ask'd the Judge , Where was his Accuser ; Sir . that is not the Custom here , Says the Inquisitor : One horrid Crime 's laid to your Charge , We well assured be . That you are both guilty of it , Which is damn'd Heresy . And if it 's so you will not turn , Unto our heavenly Cause , You and your Wife shall surely burn , According to our Laws : The Judge said to the Lady then , If you will not comply , You may besure your Soul's are damn'd , To all Eternity . Then with a smiling Countenance , The Lady did relpy , Your Idol Worship 's what I hate ; I do your Spleen defy : You are a Pack of Hypocrites , I value not your Laws : I 'd lay ten thousand Lives at Stake , For such a glorious Cause . There is a blest Redeemer dear , That will support us still ; And all the Tortures you invene , Can do our Souls no ill ; Since you have doom'd us both or die , I value not my Breath ; With Crowns of Gold we both shall meet In Heaven , after Death . The Inquisitor said to the Judge , I pray the Sentence give , For eight and forty Hours longer They ought not for to live : If we take all this Insolence , And they not punish'd be , To Christ we shall give great Offence , For such Indulgency . The horrid Sentence then was pass'd , that they should burn Talive ; The Executioner was call'd , On Purpose to contrive , How he might die a lingring Death ; They answer soon did make , Leave that to us for Punishment , When they are at the Stake . Unto the Judge with Courage bold , The Lady she did say , I have but one Thing more to crave , The Time we here shall stay : That we may in one Dungeon be . Our Prayers to make to Christ Who for us is preparing now A blest and happy Feast

The ' Squire and his Lady at Prayers . THIS Favour then granted was , At last , with much Debate , Her Beauty was admired much , By most that round her sat : She was not daunted in the least , At whhich she must go through ; Such Courage in a Woman sure , Before I never knew . Then in a Dungeon they were put , Where they could see no Light ; In offerring Prayers , and singing Hymns , They pass'd away the Night : The fatal Morning being come , That they must marty'd be , The Jailor said , now Order's brought , That you must go with me . Says the ' Squire , with all my Heart : I long to enjoy the Bliss : Poor Souls they eagerly did meet , To take a parting Kiss : Their Lips , O then were loath to part At last he burst in Tears : Saying , I value nothing but This Life of you , my Dear

The Manner of the Procession of all the holy Fathers , Monks , Jesuits , and Priests , from the Inquisition house to the Place of Execution ; and their horrid Barbarity is called an holy Act of Faith . YOU need not value that my Love . We soon shall meet again : Who 'd grudge to die , when such a glorious Cause we now maintain ? Wh't are those Tortures we endure , To those blest Joys above , Which we shall soon in Heaven enjoy , My Dear and only Love ? The trickling Tearsbedew'd their Check , And loath they were to part : The Jalior said , we must away , Which touch'd them most at Heart Then to the Place of Execution , Hand in Hand they went ; While they were ying to the Stake , There was an Order sent , That the Lady t should strangled be , Before that she was burnt . Hearing , to the Messenger She hastily then turn'd : Go tell your Master now from me , His Favour scorn I shall ; In all that he can me torment , I value not at all .

The ' Squire and his Lady at the Place of Execution . THE Inquisitor hearing of this , Again his Order sent , That they should die the hardest Death That ever could invent : When both their Hands with Cords were tied , Up to the fatal Stake . They then did put unto their Feet , A great and mighty Weight . And them they drawed up and down , Near an Hour and more ; Yet notwithstanding all this While , This Pain with Patience bore . They were not seen to shed a Tear , In the Torments they went through , But loud continued singing Psalms , And Hallelujahs too . The Fire and the Fuizes then They did begin to light . And thrust the Fuizes in their Face , Which was a dreadful Sight . A frightful Storm of Thunder , Hail , And Ligt'ning did descend Upon these wicked Wretches , that Did come to see their End. ' Soon as these blessed Soul's expir'd , The dreadful Storm did cease , And then the Sun his glorious Lustre Greatly did increase , These Wretches seiz'd upon their Wealth And then in Scorn did say Unto their Servants , you to England Now may go away , And tell how we your Heretic Master and Mistress used , Because they remained obstinate , And did our Laws abuse : They thought to do just as they pleas'd But they mistaken were , And all such Heretics as they , That will our Power dare .