Augment my woes, decrease my joys, while death do rid my fears.
Here entereth Rumour.
Come, Ventus, come: blow forth thy blast:
Prince Eol, listen well:
The filthiest fact that ever was
I, Rumour, now shall tell.
You gods, bend down to hear my cry,
Revengement duly show,
Thy Rumour craves, bid[206] Claudius stay,[207]
And bring Judge Appius low.