[1] There was a Foxe hauing a ſore place on him ouerſet with a ſwarme of flies that conti|nually ſucked out hir bloud,A fable of a Foxe. and when one that came by and ſaw this maner demaunded whe|ther ſhe woulde haue the flies dryuen beſyde hir, ſhe anſwered no: For if theſe flies that are alrea|die full, and by reaſon thereof ſucke not very e|gerly, ſhould be chaſed away, other that are emp|tie and felly an hungred, ſhoulde light in theyr places, and ſuck out the reſidue of my bloud farre more to my grieuance than theſe, which now be|ing ſatiſfied doe not much annoy me. Therefore ſayth Malcolme, ſuffer me to remaine where I am, leaſt if I attaine to the regiment of your realme, mine inquenchable auarice may proue ſuch, that ye would thinke the diſpleaſures which now grieue you, ſhould ſeeme eaſie in reſpect of the vnmeaſurable outrage, whiche might enſue through my comming amongſt you.