Canto

 1     2|       and be it so!~Whate'er betide you, blame yourself alone;~
 2    21|  some mighty mischief should betide,~Of future penitence the
 3    22|   should new enchantment him betide,~That needful succour might
 4    24|    did it me in place secure betide~To end my days, this earthly
 5    26|  this argent bird shall thee betide;~This is the ancient bearing
 6    26|      any evil shall our king betide,~Thine is the fault not
 7    27| worse evil mid these knights betide,~While for this new disorder
 8    29| where he would help. A curse betide~The wonder-working ring,
 9    45|      deemed least evil would betide.~The lady, ere the westering
10    45|      disturbs me) whatsoe'er betide;~For, bating death, I know
11    46|     such desperate evils man betide,~But that there is deliverance