The Tale of Beowulf, Sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats. Anonymous

The Tale of Beowulf, Sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats - Anonymous


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berg of Scyldings, and bid thee one boon,

      Which, O refuge of warriors, gainsay me not now,

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      Since, O free friend of folks, from afar have I come,

      That I alone, I and my band of the earls,

      This hard heap of men, may cleanse Hart of ill.

      This eke have I heard say, that he, the fell monster,

      In his wan-heed recks nothing of weapons of war;

      Forgo I this therefore (if so be that Hygelac

      Will still be my man-lord, and he blithe of mood)

      To bear the sword with me, or bear the broad shield,

      Yellow-round to the battle; but with naught save the hand-grip

      With the foe shall I grapple, and grope for the life

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      The loathly with loathly. There he shall believe

      In the doom of the Lord whom death then shall take.

      Now ween I that he, if he may wield matters,

      E'en there in the war-hall the folk of the Geats

      Shall eat up unafear'd, as oft he hath done it

      

      With the might of the Hrethmen: no need for thee therefore

      My head to be hiding; for me will he have

      With gore all bestain'd, if the death of men get me;

      He will bear off my bloody corpse minded to taste it;

      Unmournfully then will the Lone-goer eat it,

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      Will blood-mark the moor-ways; for the meat of my body

      Naught needest thou henceforth in any wise grieve thee.

      But send thou to Hygelac, if the war have me,

      The best of all war-shrouds that now my breast wardeth,

      

      The goodliest of railings, the good gift of Hrethel,

      

      The hand-work of Weland. Weird wends as she willeth.

      VIII. HROTHGAR ANSWERETH BEOWULF AND BIDDETH HIM SIT TO THE FEAST.

      Spake out then Hrothgar the helm of the Scyldings:

      Thou Beowulf, friend mine, for battle that wardeth

      And for help that is kindly hast sought to us hither.

      Fought down thy father the most of all feuds;

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      To Heatholaf was he forsooth for a hand-bane

      Amidst of the Wylfings. The folk of the Weders

      Him for the war-dread that while might not hold.

      

      So thence did he seek to the folk of the South-Danes

      O'er the waves' wallow, to the Scyldings be-worshipped.

      Then first was I wielding the weal of the Dane-folk,

      That time was I holding in youth-tide the gem-rich

      

      Hoard-burg of the heroes. Dead then was Heorogar,

      Mine elder of brethren; unliving was he,

      The Healfdene's bairn that was better than I.

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      That feud then thereafter with fee did I settle;

      I sent to the Wylfing folk over the waters' back

      Treasures of old time; he swore the oaths to me.

      Sorrow is in my mind that needs must I say it

      To any of grooms, of Grendel what hath he

      Of shaming in Hart, and he with his hate-wiles

      Of sudden harms framed; the host of my hall-floor,

      The war-heap, is waned; Weird swept them away

      Into horror of Grendel. It is God now that may lightly

      The scather the doltish from deeds thrust aside.

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      Full oft have they boasted with beer well bedrunken,

      My men of the battle all over the ale-stoup,

      That they in the beer-hall would yet be abiding

      The onset of Grendel with the terror of edges.

      But then was this mead-hall in the tide of the morning,

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