Smith. (Reads.)'Nomony loves.'
Nom. Nomony! Give it me! Nomony! I?
(Turning it round, and examining it in all directions.
It cannot be. Where are my legs, my arms,
My body? This like me! Look, Pocahontas!
Poc. 'Tis very strange.
Nom. (To Rolfe.) You told him what it was.
Rolfe. Indeed I did not.
Nom.Let me see't again.
Nomony! Ah! Rolfe, let me shut you out,
While Sachem Smith speaks to the leaf again,
Then see if you can tell us what it says.(Shuts him out.
Speak to it, father Smith.
Smith.What shall it say?
Nom. Oh, any thing. Say—Pocahontas loves not.
Smith. Loves not? (Writes.)
Nom.Ay, that will tease him. Say it.
Now, brother Rolfe, come in. What says the leaf?(Giving it.