Then she said, I ask one small petition of thee; deny me not. And the king said unto her, Ask on, my mother; for I will not deny thee.
And sche seide to hym, Y preie of þee o litil axyng; schende thou not my face. And þe kyng seide to hir, My modir, axe thou; for it is not leueful þat Y turne awei thi face.