of a strong man in Torture, and heard, as we thought, between his grones, the winding up of some Engine: these cries stop'd the passengers under the Gate, and we six went to the Turner's shop without the Gate, and stood there amaized with the Horror, and dread of what we heard; when one of the officers of the Prison came out in great hast, seeming to run from the Noise. One of us catcht hold of him, saying, Oh! What are they doing in the Prison? Officer. I dare not tell you. Mistres. It's a Man upon the Rack, I'le lay my life on't. Officer. It is something like it. Cellier. Who is it Prance? Officer. Pray Madam do not ask me, for I dare not tell ye, but it is that I am not able to heare any longer: Pray let me go, with that he run away toward Holborn as fast as he could. We heard these grones perfectly to the end of the Old Bayly, they continued till near seven of the Clock, and then a person in the habit of a Minister, of middle stature, Gray hair'd, accompanied with two other Men, went into the Lodge, the Prisoners were locked up, and the outward door of the Lodge also, at which I set a person to stand, and observe what she could; and a Prisoner loaded with Irons, was brought into the Lodge, and examin'd a long time, and the Prisoners that came down as low as they could, heard the person Examined with great vehemency, say often, I know nothing of it, I'me innocent: he forc'd me to bely myself, What would you have me say? Will you murther me because I will not bely myself and others? Several other such like expressions they heard spoken as by one in great Agony. About four of the clock the next morning, the Prisoners that lay in a Place above the hole, heard the same cry again two houres, and on Saturday Morning again, and about Eight a Clock that morning a person I employ'd to spy out the truth of that affair, did see the Turn keys carrying a Bed into the hole, she asked whoe it was for, they told her, it was for Prance, who was gone Mad, and had tore his bed in pieces. That night the Examiners came again, and after an houres Conference Prance was led away to the Press-yard: This, and many things of the like nature, made me very Inquisitive to know what passed in the Prison. Soon after this Francis Corral a Coachman, that had been put into Newgate, upon suspicion of carrying away Sir Edmond-Bury-Godfrey's body, and lay there 13 weeks and three days in great missery, got out, I went to see him, and found him a sad spectacle, having the flesh worn away, and great holes in both his legs, by the weight of his Irons. And having been chain'd so long double, that he could not stand upright; he told me much of his hard and cruel usage, as that he had been squeez'd and hasped into a thing like a Trough, in a dungeon under ground; which put him to inexpressible torment, insomuch that he soonded, and that a Person in the habit of a Minister stood by all the time.