But I, desperate with fear, tore my clothes from my body and showed the cruel scars that marked it.
'"You are Englishmen," I cried to the sailors, "and will you deliver me to these foreign devils, who am of your blood?
Look at their handiwork," and I pointed to the half-healed scars left by the red-hot pincers; "if you give me up, you send me back to more of this torment and to death by burning.

Pity my wife if you will not pity me, or if you will pity neither, then lend me a sword that by death I may save myself from torture." 'Then one of the seamen, a Southwold man who had known my father, called out: "By God! I for one will stand by you, Thomas Wingfield.

If they want you and your sweet lady they must kill me first," and seizing a bow from the rack he drew it out of its case and strung it, and setting an arrow on the string he pointed it at the Spaniards in the boat.
'Then the others broke into shouts of: '"If you want any man from among us, come aboard and take him, you torturing devils," and the like.
'Seeing where the heart of the crew lay, the captain found courage in his turn.

He made no answer to the Spaniards, but bade half of the men hoist the sails with all speed, and the rest make ready to keep off the soldiers should they seek to board us.
'By now the other two boats had come up and fastened on to us with their hooks.

One man climbed into the chains and thence to the deck, and I knew him for a priest of the Holy Office, one of those who had stood by while I was tormented.