Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.

Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues."

[Stage direction, Henry IV, Part 2, Induction]

What a pair of spectacles is here!

Old fools are babes again.

When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

RUMOUR:
"Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.