The first time we saw him, was at his own house, by his own invitation: to which almost inaccessible habitation, when we had climed with infinite difficulty; and indeed so painfull and violent was our motion: (our leggs finding the motion of elevation, much more violent then of distention,) as we were almost scalded within, and the torrid heat of the Sun, being then our _Zenith_, did so scald us without, as we were in fitter condition to be fricased for the _Padres_ dinner, then to eat any dinner our selves. Being painfully and pipeing hot, arriv’d at this exalted mansion; we found none to entertaine us but _Bernardo_; whose countenance was not so well reconcil’d to himselfe, as to give us a hearty welcome. He told us that the _Padre_ was gone forth about some affaires of the Iland, but would returne time enough to dinner. And whilst we were staying there, expecting his comming, we thought good not to be idle, for the structure of that Fabricke, did not minister to our eyes much of delight. Onely that it had a faier prospect to sea. So we walkt along upon that round hill, enquiring what we could of the place; and were inform’d that there had been formerly a very stately Town, beautified with faire buildings, and streets so contrived, as to make the best use of such a prospect; But burnt and demolisht by Sr Francis _Drake_, in the time of the warres, between Queen _Elizabeth_, and the King of _Spaine_, which made us give more reverence to the place; for that some of our Countreymen had there sacrificed their lives for the Honour of our Nation.