THE Loyal Martyrs; or, Bloody Inquisiror.  
BEING A just Account of the Mercenary and Inhuman Barbarities transacted in the Inquisition of Spain.  
showing, How a Gentleman having married, a young Lady in St James's Street, they agreed to travail 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 seized 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 condemned 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 lightning those cruel Wretches that came to see them suffer.  

How a Gentleman and his Lady traveled 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 proved unfortunate.  
He lived in St James's Street,  
Arrow Smith was his Name;  
He had four hundred Pounds a Year.  
With his Lady of famed.  
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 answered 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 travail 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 used all Means he could,  
To gain her Company,  
But never could obtain his Ends,  
To slain her Chastity:  
At last he being swelled 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 seized  
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 answered very boldly then,  
Before that I will turn,  
From the Religion I profess,  
I'll sooner choose to burn.   

The' Squire and his Lady at the Inquisition House examining before the Inquisitor.  
THE Inquisitor was then enraged,  
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 pled;  
Which when I do relate the same,  
'twill make your Hearts to bleed.  
Then in a Dungeon dismal dark,  
They separate were confined.  
Poor Souls they little thought what Death  
They had for them designed.  
The Lady she was frightened much,  
And seemed to grieve full sore;  
And for to see each other's Face,  
They did the Lord implore.  
A Fire quickly was prepared,  
Before it he was brought.  
And moved Feet foremost by Degrees,  
Till they his Feet had scorched.  
He never seemed to winch or cry,  
But still endure the Pain;  
And when his Life was almost spent,  
They brought him back again.  
The Lady next examined 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 burned,  
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 subtle I defy,  
All the Torments you can invent,  
Shall never 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 tortured 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 poured down her Throat;  
But still to them she'd not comply,  
Though she was almost choked.  
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 cursed Cruelty;  
But the first Word she spoken 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 never shall me control:  
My blessed God is good and just,  
And will stand by me still;  
So I'm resolved 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 received her Doom.  
'twas in a dismal Dungeon where,  
No Light was to be seen;  
She valued not what she endured,  
For the blessed Cause she stood in.  
Six Months this' Squire and his Love,  
confined 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 ecstasy 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 red,  
The Judge to them did say,  
You hear Prisoners what is alleged,  
Against you here this Day.   

The' Squire and his Lady brought before the Inquisitor and Judge, to take their Trial.  
THE' Squire then he asked 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 damned 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 damned,  
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 blessed Redeemer dear,  
That will support us still;  
And all the Tortures you invene,  
Can do our Souls no ill;  
Since you have doomed 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 punished be,  
To Christ we shall give great Offence,  
For such Indulgency.  
The horrid Sentence then was passed,  
that they should burn Talive;  
The Executioner was called,  
On Purpose to contrive,  
How he might die a lingering 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 blessed 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 passed 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 loathe 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 blessed Joys above,  
Which we shall soon in Heaven enjoy,  
My Dear and only Love?  
The trickling Tearsbedew'd their Check,  
And loathe they were to part:  
The Jalior said, we must away,  
Which touched 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 turned:  
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 expired,  
The dreadful Storm did cease,  
And then the Sun his glorious Lustre  
Greatly did increase,  
These Wretches seized 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 pleased  
But they mistaken were,  
And all such Heretics as they,  
That will our Power dare.