Chap.io. according to Sr M A r r u E®T. 333 theriver Liger,and hanged, his feet upward, and head downward in the water,up to his breaft. Then,he beingyet alive, they opened 1'huanus. his belly, pull'd out his guts, and threw them into the river. And taking his heart, theyput it upon a (pear, carrying it with contu- melious words,about the City. Were thefe men ? or rather devils in the (hapeofmen ? What fhould I inftance further in thofe late 'rubunheard of cruelties, fo well known,andCo much written of is fuch as whereof the devil himfelf might beafhamed, had he any Blame in him. Lithgorn a Scot, after he had with K, lame: his letters travelled thorow the greateit part of the known world, was, as he returned through Spain, in the City ofMaligo fuprized by nineSergeants, and carried before the Governoar. By whole appointment, they (tripped him of his clothes, robbed him,ofhis money, put him into a dark dungeon, (hackled him, ftarved him, Lirlgorra wounded him,&c. In ten hours, he received feventy (everail tor- Tray. ments : At Tait, all the Lords Inquifìtours commanded him to re- ceive eleven ftrangling torments at midnight, and to be burnt bo- dy and bones to aches, though they hadnothing againft him but .fufpition of religion. And yet after this, God wonderfully deli- vered him : He was broughton his bed to our King, wounded and broken, and made this relation to the face ofGunolarnor, the Spa- ni(h Ambafladour. They Willfcotrge you] Mohn Fortune, a Martyr in Marier dayes,was thus threatned by one Mr Folter : You (hail be whips Ay. and ,11cnò and burned for this year I crow : His anfwer was, 1 thoud be full gladof that. For it is written, They Willfcour e you in theirfy. nappies. And Pnce the time that th ; fwordof tyranny came into your hand, I heard of none that were whipr. Happy were I, if I had the maidenhead of that perfecution. Verse 18. And ye fbatl be brought before Governours ] Yea they offered thernf_Ives to them, crying chri f ianifi rust:, and to tyring them thereby, that one of them in a great chafe cryed our, Omiferi, f libel perire, num tabu rupe: aut reliesdefunt ? Can Artier Awwe:A; ye finde noother way to dispatch your (elves, but that I muff be NUS padre)... troubled withyou ? tut!. Andbegre Kings, fir my Fike. As Pass/ before tAgrippa, and afterwards Nero; Luther before charle:5. Lambert before Hen. 8. Verfe 19. Takeno thought how,orWhatyeAtli fpeak ] Be not anxious about either matter or manner of your apology for your (elves,
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