Canto

 1     1|      deafening blows.~It now behoves the palfrey swift to ply~
 2     8|       XXIX~But here, sir, it behoves me shift my ground,~Like
 3     8|      to sport.~ ~ LI~It here behoves me, from the path I pressed,~
 4    13|  deprives of liberty.~And it behoves thee now to climb the sell,~
 5    17|    him known.~So that it now behoves his valour flame~More clear
 6    18|  that quarter hie.~"Brother, behoves us," cried young Cloridane,~"
 7    20|    assembled band:~`It still behoves us place the prowest wight~
 8    22|     the wood.~ ~ XXXI~But it behoves that, ere the rest I say,~
 9    24|   descends the mount:~Now it behoves thee put forth all thy might.~
10    25|     Resolves on writing what behoves; and, though~He knows not
11    30|      my fair argument~It now behoves me, in his turn, to veer~
12    31|    plate and chain.~Yet more behoves to parry than to wound,~
13    32| Gradasso hear.~ ~ III~But it behoves, ere more of these be said,~
14    32|      the door undone;~For it behoves that they, with lance in
15    36|    the darksome cloisters it behoves."~Here ceased the voice;
16    38|    honour to his pleasure it behoves~That woman to prefer, by