Front Page Titles (by Subject) III.: HOW GRENDEL FELL UPON HART AND WASTED IT. - The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats
III.: HOW GRENDEL FELL UPON HART AND WASTED IT. - Beowulf, The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats [750 AD]
The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats, trans. William Morris and A.J. Wyatt (London: Longmans, Green, and Co., 1910).
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- The Story of Beowulf
- I.: And First of the Kindred of Hrothgar.
- II.: Concerning Hrothgar, and How He Built the House Called Hart. Also Grendel Is Told Of.
- III.: How Grendel Fell Upon Hart and Wasted It.
- IV.: Now Comes Beowulf Ecgtheow’s Son to the Land of the Danes, and the Wall-warden Speaketh With Him.
- V.: Here Beowulf Makes Answer to the Land-warden, Who Showeth Him the Way to the King’s Abode.
- VI.: Beowulf and the Geats Come Into Hart.
- VII.: Beowulf Speaketh With Hrothgar, and Telleth How He Will Meet Grendel.
- VIII.: Hrothgar Answereth Beowulf and Biddeth Him Sit to the Feast.
- IX.: Unferth Contendeth In Words With Beowulf.
- 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.
- XI.: Now Is Beowulf Left In the Hall Alone With His Men.
- XII.: Grendel Cometh Into Hart: of the Strife Betwixt Him and Beowulf.
- XIII.: Beowulf Hath the Victory: Grendel Is Hurt Deadly and Leaveth Hand and Arm In the Hall.
- XIV.: The Danes Rejoice; They Go to Look On the Slot of Grendel, and Come Back to Hart, and On the Way Make Merry With Racing and the Telling of Tales.
- XV.: King Hrothgar and His Thanes Look On the Arm of Grendel. Converse Betwixt Hrothgar and Beowulf Concerning the Battle.
- XVI.: Hrothgar Giveth Gifts to Beowulf.
- XVII.: They Feast In Hart. the Gleeman Sings of Finn and Hengest.
- XVIII.: The Ending of the Tale of Finn.
- XIX.: More Gifts Are Given to Beowulf. the Brising Collar Told Of.
- XX.: Grendel’s Dam Breaks Into Hart and Bears Off Aeschere.
- XXI.: Hrothgar Laments the Slaying of Aeschere, and Tells of Grendel’s Mother and Her Den.
- XXII.: They Follow Grendel’s Dam to Her Lair.
- XXIII.: Beowulf Reacheth the Mere-bottom In a Day’s While, and Contends With Grendel’s Dam.
- XXIV.: Beowulf Slayeth Grendel’s Dam, Smiteth Off Grendel’s Head, and Cometh Back With His Thanes to Hart.
- XXV.: Converse of Hrothgar With Beowulf.
- XXVI.: More Converse of Hrothgar and Beowulf: the Geats Make Them Ready For Departure.
- XXVII.: Beowulf Bids Hrothgar Farewell: the Geats Fare to Ship.
- XXVIII.: Beowulf Comes Back to His Land. of the Tale of Thrytho.
- XXIX.: Beowulf Tells Hygelac of Hrothgar: Also of Freawaru His Daughter.
- XXX.: Beowulf Forebodes Ill From the Wedding of Freawaru: He Tells of Grendel and His Dam.
- XXXI.: Beowulf Gives Hrothgar’s Gifts to Hygelac, and By Him Is Rewarded. of the Death of Hygelac and of Heardred His Son, and How Beowulf Is King of the Geats: the Worm Is First Told Of.
- XXXII.: How the Worm Came to the Howe, and How He Was Robbed of a Cup; and How He Fell On the Folk.
- XXXIII.: The Worm Burns Beowulf’s House, and Beowulf Gets Ready to Go Against Him. Beowulf’s Early Deeds In Battle With the Hetware Told Of.
- XXXIV.: Beowulf Goes Against the Worm. He Tells of Herebeald and HÆthcyn.
- XXXV.: Beowulf Tells of Past Feuds, and Bids Farewell to His Fellows. He Falls On the Worm, and the Battle of Them Begins.
- XXXVI.: Wiglaf Son of Weohstan Goes to the Help of Beowulf: NÆgling, Beowulf’s Sword, Is Broken On the Worm.
- XXXVII.: They Two Slay the Worm. Beowulf Is Wounded Deadly: He Biddeth Wiglaf Bear Out the Treasure.
- XXXVIII.: Beowulf Beholdeth the Treasure and Passeth Away.
- XXXIX.: Wiglaf Casteth Shame On Those Fleers.
- Xl.: Wiglaf Sendeth Tiding to the Host: the Words of the Messenger.
- Xli.: More Words of the Messenger. How He Fears the Swedes When They Wot of Beowulf Dead.
- Xlii.: They Go to Look On the Field of Deed.
- Xliii.: of the Burial of Beowulf.
HOW GRENDEL FELL UPON HART AND WASTED IT.
- NOW went he a-spying, when come was the night-tide,
- The house on high builded, and how there the Ring-Danes
- Their beer-drinking over had boune them to bed;
- And therein he found them, the atheling fellows,
- Asleep after feasting. Then sorrow they knew not
- Nor the woe of mankind: but the wight of wealth’s waning,
- The grim and the greedy, soon yare was he gotten,
- All furious and fierce, and he raught up from resting
- A thirty of thanes, and thence aback got him
- Right fain of his gettings, and homeward to fare,
- Fulfilled of slaughter his stead to go look on.
- Thereafter at dawning, when day was yet early,
- The war-craft of Grendel to men grew unhidden,
- And after his meal was the weeping uphoven,
- Mickle voice of the morning-tide: there the Prince mighty,
- The Atheling exceeding good, unblithe he sat,
- Tholing the heavy woe; thane-sorrow dreed he
- Since the slot of the loathly wight there they had look’d on,
- The ghost all accursed. O’er grisly the strife was,
- So loathly and longsome. No longer the frist was
- But after the wearing of one night; then fram’d he
- Murder-bales more yet, and nowise he mourned
- The feud and the crime; over fast therein was he.
- Then easy to find was the man who would elsewhere
- Seek out for himself a rest was more roomsome,
- Beds end-long the bowers, when beacon’d to him was,
- And soothly out told by manifest token,
- The hate of the hell-thane. He held himself sithence
- Further and faster who from the fiend gat him.
- In such wise he rul’d it and wrought against right,
- But one against all, until idle was standing
- The best of hall-houses; and mickle the while was,
- Twelve winter-tides’ wearing; and trouble he tholed,
- That friend of the Scyldings, of woes every one
- And wide-spreading sorrows: for sithence it fell
- That unto men’s children unbidden ’twas known
- Full sadly in singing, that Grendel won war
- ’Gainst Hrothgar a while of time, hate-envy waging,
- And crime-guilts and feud for seasons no few,
- And strife without stinting. For the sake of no kindness
- Unto any of men of the main-host of Dane-folk
- Would he thrust off the life-bale, or by fee-gild allay it,
- Nor was there a wise man that needed to ween
- The bright boot to have at the hand of the slayer.
- The monster the fell one afflicted them sorely,
- That death-shadow darksome the doughty and youthful
- Enfetter’d, ensnared; night by night was he faring
- The moorlands the misty. But never know men
- Of spell-workers of Hell to and fro where they wander.
- So crime-guilts a many the foeman of mankind,
- The fell alone-farer, fram’d oft and full often,
- Cruel hard shames and wrongful, and Hart he abode in,
- The treasure-stain’d hall, in the dark of the night-tide;
- But never the gift-stool therein might he greet,
- The treasure before the Creator he trow’d not.
- Mickle wrack was it soothly for the friend of the Scyldings,
- Yea heart and mood breaking. Now sat there a many
- Of the mighty in rune, and won them the rede
- Of what thing for the strong-soul’d were best of all things
- Which yet they might frame ’gainst the fear and the horror.
- And whiles they behight them at the shrines of the heathen
- To worship the idols; and pray’d they in words,
- That he, the ghost-slayer, would frame for them helping
- ’Gainst the folk-threats and evil. So far’d they their wont,
- The hope of the heathen; nor hell they remember’d
- In mood and in mind. And the Maker they knew not,
- The Doomer of deeds: nor of God the Lord wist they,
- Nor the Helm of the Heavens knew aught how to hery,
- The Wielder of Glory. Woe worth unto that man
- Who through hatred the baneful his soul shall shove into
- The fire’s embrace; nought of fostering weens he,
- Nor of changing one whit. But well is he soothly
- That after the death-day shall seek to the Lord,
- In the breast of the Father all peace ever craving.