O god, thy will be done!' When the high priest had made an end of his prayer, the first of the four great electors rose, saying: 'Guatemoc, in the name of god and with the voice of the people of Anahuac, we summon you to the throne of Anahuac.

Long may you live and justly may you rule, and may the glory be yours of beating back into the sea those foes who would destroy us.

Hail to you, Guatemoc, Emperor of the Aztecs and of their vassal tribes.' And all the three hundred of the council of confirmation repeated in a voice of thunder, 'Hail to you, Guatemoc, Emperor!' Now the prince himself stood forward and spoke: 'You lords of election, and you, princes, generals, nobles and captains of the council of confirmation, hear me.

May the gods be my witness that when I entered this place I had no thought or knowledge that I was destined to so high an honour as that which you would thrust upon me.
And may the gods be my witness again that were my life my own, and not a trust in the hands of this people, I would say to you, "Seek on and find one worthier to fill the throne." But my life is not my own.

Anahuac calls her son and I obey the call.