Rolfe.Smith did not tell it that.
Nom. Tell it, good Sachem Smith.(Smith writes.
(To Rolfe.) Now see, an if it knows. You smile! What is't?
Rolfe. (Reads.) 'Paspaho's a young warrior, tall and brave.'
Nom. (Kisses the paper.) Dear leaf, I love you!
Rolfe.I will teach you how
To write, an if you will.
Nom.To write! What's that?
Rolfe. To speak on such a leaf.
Nom.Oh joy! I'm ready.
Rolfe. I cannot teach you in an hour—a day;
We must have many days.