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	INDUCTION
	Enter Rumour painted full of tongues.
	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 I,
	Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defense,
	Whiles 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 wav'ring multitude,
	Can play upon it. But what need I thus
	My well-known body to anatomize
	Among my household?
	Henry IV Part II - William Shakespeare

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