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William Shakespeare (1564–1616).  The Oxford Shakespeare.  1914.

The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth

Induction.


Warkworth. Before NORTHUMBERLAND’S Castle.
 
  
EnterRUMOUR, painted full of tongues
 
  Rum.  Open your ears; for which of you will stop 
The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks?   4
I, from the orient to the drooping west, 
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold 
The acts commenced on this ball of earth: 
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,   8
The which in every language I pronounce, 
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. 
I speak of peace, while covert enmity 
Under the smile of safety wounds the world:  12
And who but Rumour, who but only I, 
Make fearful musters and prepar’d defence, 
Whilst the big year, swoln with some other grief, 
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,  16
And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe 
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures, 
And of so easy and so plain a stop 
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,  20
The still-discordant wavering multitude, 
Can play upon it. But what need I thus 
My well-known body to anatomize 
Among my household? Why is Rumour here?  24
I run before King Harry’s victory; 
Who in a bloody field by Shrewsbury 
Hath beaten down young Hotspur and his troops, 
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion  28
Even with the rebels’ blood. But what mean I 
To speak so true at first? my office is 
To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell 
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur’s sword,  32
And that the king before the Douglas’ rage 
Stoop’d his anointed head as low as death. 
This have I rumour’d through the peasant towns 
Between the royal field of Shrewsbury  36
And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone, 
Where Hotspur’s father, old Northumberland, 
Lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on, 
And not a man of them brings other news  40
Than they have learn’d of me: from Rumour’s tongues 
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.  [Exit. 

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