No Fear Shakespeare: Henry IV Part 2: Act 0, scene Prologue

30	Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword,
	And that the King before the Douglas' rage
	Stooped his anointed head as low as death.
	This have I rumored through the peasant towns
	Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
35	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
	Than they have learnt of me. From Rumor's tongues
40	They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.

villages from Shrewsbury to the place where I now stand: in front of the worm-eaten, dilapidated castle of Northumberland, Hotspur's father, who lies within and pretends to be sick.

The messengers are coming hot and heavy, and every single one of them will report nothing but what he's heard from me. Straight from Rumor, they bring pretty tales of false comfort, which are far worse than truthful news of misfortune.

Exit

RUMOR exits.