For yit par chaunce I may pourchace

With som good word the kinges grace,

Your lif and ek your good to save;

For ofte schal a womman have

Thing which a man mai noght areche.’

The fader herde his dowhter speche,

And thoghte ther was resoun inne,[512]

And sih his oghne lif to winne 3210

He cowthe don himself no cure;

So betre him thoghte in aventure