Could I have known what I should live to see and hear, could I have dreamed that you would receive us thus, I had died a hundred deaths before I came to stand and plead for pity at your hands.
'Oh! my people, my people, I beseech of you, make no terms with the false Teule, but remain bold and free.

Your necks are not fitted to the yoke of the slave, your sons and daughters are of too high a blood to serve the foreigner in his needs and pleasures.

Defy Malinche.

Some of our race are dead, but many thousands remain.

Here in your mountain nest you can beat back every Teule in Anahuac, as in bygone years the false Tlascalans beat back the Aztecs.