Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues.”[Stage direction, Henry IV, Part 2, Induction]

RUMOUR:”Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,The which in every language I pronounce,Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

Rumour is a pipeBlown by surmises, jealousies, conjecturesAnd of so easy and so plain a stopThat the blunt monster with uncounted heads,The still-discordant wavering multitude,Can play upon it.