Anon — The Tale of Beowulf, Sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats — X. BEOWULF MAKES AN END OF HIS TALE OF THE SWIMMING. WEALHTHEOW, HROTHGAR’S QUEEN, GREETS HIM; AND HROTHGAR DELIVERS TO HIM THE WARDING OF THE HALL.

X. BEOWULF MAKES AN END OF HIS TALE OF THE SWIMMING. WEALHTHEOW, HROTHGAR’S QUEEN, GREETS HIM; AND HROTHGAR DELIVERS TO HIM THE WARDING OF THE HALL.

Thus oft and oft over the doers of evil

560 They threatened me hard; thane-service I did them

With the dear sword of mine, as forsooth it was meet,

That nowise of their fill did they win them the joy

The evil fordoers in swallowing me down,

Sitting round at the feast nigh the ground of the sea.

Yea rather, a morning-tide, mangled by sword-edge

Along the waves' leaving up there did they lie

Lull'd asleep with the sword, so that never sithence

About the deep floods for the farers o'er ocean

The way have they letted. Came the light from the eastward,

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The bright beacon of God, and grew the seas calm,

So that the sea-nesses now might I look on,

The windy walls. Thuswise Weird oft will be saving

The earl that is unfey, when his valour availeth.

Whatever, it happ'd me that I with the sword slew

Nicors nine. Never heard I of fighting a night-tide

'Neath the vault of the heavens was harder than that,

Nor yet on the sea-streams of woefuller wight.

Whatever, forth won I with life from the foes' clutch

All of wayfaring weary. But me the sea upbore,

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The flood downlong the tide with the weltering of waters,

All onto the Finnland. No whit of thee ever

Mid such strife of the battle-gear have I heard say,

Such terrors of bills. Nor never yet Breca

In the play of the battle, nor both you, nor either,

So dearly the deeds have framed forsooth

With the bright flashing swords; though of this naught I boast me.

But thou of thy brethren the banesman becamest,

Yea thine head-kin forsooth, for which in hell shalt thou

Dree weird of damnation, though doughty thy wit be;

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For unto thee say I forsooth, son of Ecglaf,

That so many deeds never Grendel had done,

That monster the loathly, against thine own lord,

The shaming in Hart-hall, if suchwise thy mind were,

And thy soul e'en as battle-fierce, such as thou sayest.

But he, he hath fram'd it that the feud he may heed not,

The fearful edge-onset that is of thy folk,

Nor sore need be fearful of the Victory-Scyldings.

The need-pledges taketh he, no man he spareth

Of the folk of the Danes, driveth war as he lusteth,

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Slayeth and feasteth unweening of strife

With them of the Spear-Danes. But I, I shall show it,

The Geats' wightness and might ere the time weareth old,

Shall bide him in war-tide. Then let him go who may go

High-hearted to mead, sithence when the morn-light

O'er the children of men of the second day hence,

The sun clad in heaven's air, shines from the southward.

Then merry of heart was the meter of treasures,

The hoary-man'd war-renown'd, help now he trow'd in;

The lord of the Bright-Danes on Beowulf hearken'd,

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The folk-shepherd knew him, his fast-ready mind.

There was laughter of heroes, and high the din rang

And winsome the words were. Went Wealhtheow forth,

The Queen she of Hrothgar, of courtesies mindful,

The gold-array'd greeted the grooms in the hall,

The free and frank woman the beaker there wended,

And first to the East-Dane-folk's fatherland's warder,

And bade him be blithe at the drinking of beer,

To his people beloved, and lustily took he

The feast and the hall-cup, that victory-fam'd King.

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Then round about went she, the Dame of the Helmings,

And to doughty and youngsome, each deal of the folk there,

Gave cups of the treasure, till now it betid

That to Beowulf duly the Queen the ring-dighted,

Of mind high uplifted, the mead-beaker bare.

Then she greeted the Geat-lord, and gave God the thank,

She, the wisefast In words, that the will had wax'd in her

In one man of the earls to have trusting and troth

For comfort from crimes. But the cup then he took,

The slaughter-fierce warrior, from Wealhtheow the Queen.

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And then rim'd he the word, making ready for war,

And Beowulf spake forth, the Ecgtheow's bairn:

E'en that in mind had I when up on holm strode I,

And in sea-boat sat down with a band of my men,

That for once and for all the will of your people

Would I set me to work, or on slaughter-field cringe

Fast in grip of the fiend; yea and now shall I frame

The valour of earl-folk, or else be abiding

The day of mine end, here down in the mead-hall.

To the wife those his words well liking they were,

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The big word of the Geat; and the gold-adorn'd wended,

The frank and free Queen to sit by her lord.

And thereafter within the high hall was as erst

The proud word outspoken and bliss on the people,

Was the sound of the victory-folk, till on a sudden

The Healfdene's son would now be a-seeking

His rest of the even: wotted he for the Evil

Within the high hall was the Hild-play bedight,

Sithence that the sun-light no more should they see,

When night should be darkening, and down over all

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The shapes of the shadow-helms should be a-striding

Wan under the welkin. Uprose then all war-folk;

Then greeted the glad-minded one man the other,

Hrothgar to Beowulf, bidding him hail,

And the wine-hall to wield, and withal quoth the word:

Never to any man erst have I given,

Since the hand and the shield's round aloft might I heave,

This high hall of the Dane-folk, save now unto thee.

Have now and hold the best of all houses,

Mind thee of fame, show the might of thy valour!

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Wake the wroth one: no lack shall there be to thy willing

If that wight work thou win and life therewithal.