eady driven
them away by blows. The soldiers stationed themselves with firearms
in hand, and thus did they remain all the night without giving any
nourishment to the archbishop, except what a pious Franciscan religious
could give him by applying to his lips a wet cloth, under pretext of
tightening the strap with which the most holy sacrament was fastened
to the afflicted prelate's breast. And he did not receive any other
nourishment for a day and a half, until they took him to the island
of Mariveles. Saturday, the second [_sic; sc._ tenth] of May dawned,
the most fatal day that these islands have seen. On that day the
archbishop was so defeated that, seeing that he could make no further
resistance for lack of strength, he ordered the most holy sacrament to
be returned to the church with all possible reverence, and, bathed in
tears, he laid aside the pontifical robe. Immediately he was seized by
an adjutant and fifty soldiers with firearms. They led him from the
archiepiscopal palace on foot, at five in the morning, and without
other following than the troops who executed the tragedy. They did
not need so great preparation for an old man of sixty, worn out by
so much fatigue, hunger, and thirst. They took him on foot through
those streets boasting of their victory, the fearful inhabitants
thrusting their heads out of the most hidden windows, frightened by the
despotic governor, to whom any commiseration that should be shown to
the poor archbishop was regarded as a detestable crime. The soldiers
took the archbishop to the gate on the river, called Santo Domingo,
where the prelate, complying with the precept of Christ, shook off
the dust from his shoes; and, bathed in tender tears, he threw five
little stones at the ingrate walls of Manila. It was noted that one
of them touched the leg of Don Pedro de Corcuera (sargento-mayor of
the camp, and chief of that impious execution), where later in the
war with Jolo he received a ball, from which he died.

They put the archbishop aboard a champan of a ship-captain called
Marcos Cameros, who would not allow one single mouthful of food to
be placed on board. Setting sail, they carried the archbishop to the
island of Mariveles, which is situated in the middle of the mouth
of the bay. There they disembarked the exiled shepherd, for whose
lodging they had provided a wretched little room, where he suffered
many discomforts, too long to relate; for it has not been my intention
to enlar