Enter Count and Fabian.
Count. By hell, this legend of Alphonso's death
Hourly gains ground.
Fab. They talk of naught besides;
And their craz'd notions are so full of wonder,
There's scarce a common passage of the times,
But straight their folly makes it ominous.
Count. Fame, that, like water, widens from its source,
Thus often swells, and spreads a shallow falsehood.
At first, a twilight tale of village terror,