“Open your ears; for which of you will stop the vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks? 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, 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: 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, 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, the still-discordant wavering multitude, can play upon it.” – William Shakespeare, King Henry IV, Second Part Induction