Front Page Titles (by Subject) IV.: NOW COMES BEOWULF ECGTHEOW'S SON TO THE LAND OF THE DANES, AND THE WALL-WARDEN SPEAKETH WITH HIM. - The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats
IV.: NOW COMES BEOWULF ECGTHEOW’S SON TO THE LAND OF THE DANES, AND THE WALL-WARDEN SPEAKETH WITH HIM. - 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.
NOW COMES BEOWULF ECGTHEOW’S SON TO THE LAND OF THE DANES, AND THE WALL-WARDEN SPEAKETH WITH HIM.
- SO care that was time-long the kinsman of Healfdene
- Still seeth’d without ceasing, nor might the wise warrior
- Wend otherwhere woe, for o’er strong was the strife
- All loathly so longsome late laid on the people,
- Need-wrack and grim nithing, of night-bales the greatest.
- Now that from his home heard the Hygelac’s thane,
- Good midst of the Geat-folk; of Grendel’s deeds heard he.
- But he was of mankind of might and main mightiest
- In the day that we tell of, the day of this life,
- All noble, strong-waxen. He bade a wave-wearer
- Right good to be gear’d him, and quoth he that the war-king
- Over the swan-road he would be seeking,
- The folk-lord far-famed, since lack of men had he.
- Forsooth of that faring the carles wiser-fashion’d
- Laid little blame on him, though lief to them was he;
- The heart-hardy whetted they, heeded the omen.
- There had the good one, e’en he of the Geat-folk,
- Champions out-chosen of them that he keenest
- Might find for his needs; and he then the fifteenth
- Sought to the sound-wood. A swain thereon show’d him,
- A sea-crafty man, all the make of the land-marks.
- Wore then a while, on the waves was the floater,
- The boat under the berg, and yare then the warriors
- Strode up on the stem; the streams were a-winding
- The sea ’gainst the sands. Upbore the swains then
- Up into the bark’s barm the bright-fretted weapons,
- The war-array stately; then out the lads shov’d her,
- The folk on the welcome way shov’d out the wood-bound.
- Then by the wind driven out o’er the wave-holm
- Far’d the foamy-neck’d floater most like to a fowl,
- Till when was the same tide of the second day’s wearing
- The wound-about-stemm’d one had waded her way
- So that then they that sail’d her had sight of the land,
- Bleak shine of the sea-cliffs, bergs steep up above,
- Sea-nesses wide reaching; the sound was won over,
- The sea-way was ended: then up ashore swiftly
- The band of the Weder-folk up on earth wended;
- They bound up the sea-wood, their sarks on them rattled,
- Their weed of the battle, and God there they thanked
- For that easy the wave-ways were waxen unto them.
- But now from the wall saw the Scylding-folks’ warder,
- E’en he who the holm-cliffs should ever be holding,
- Men bear o’er the gangway the bright shields a-shining,
- Folk-host gear all ready. Then mind-longing wore him,
- And stirr’d up his mood to wot who were the men-folk.
- So shoreward down far’d he his fair steed a-riding,
- Hrothgar’s Thane, and full strongly then set he a-quaking
- The stark wood in his hands, and in council-speech speer’d he:
- What men be ye then of them that have war-gear,
- With byrnies bewarded, who the keel high up-builded
- Over the Lake-street thus have come leading,
- Hither o’er holm-ways hieing in ring-stem?
- End-sitter was I, a-holding the sea-ward,
- That the land of the Dane-folk none of the loathly
- Faring with ship-horde ever might scathe it.
- None yet have been seeking more openly hither
- Of shield-havers than ye, and ye of the leave-word
- Of the framers of war naught at all wotting,
- Or the manners of kinsmen. But no man of earls greater
- Saw I ever on earth than one of you yonder,
- The warrior in war-gear: no hall-man, so ween I,
- Is that weapon-beworthy’d, but his visage belie him,
- The sight seen once only. Now I must be wotting
- The spring of your kindred ere further ye cast ye,
- And let loose your false spies in the Dane-land a-faring
- Yet further afield. So now, ye far-dwellers,
- Ye wenders o’er sea-flood, this word do ye hearken
- Of my one-folded thought: and haste is the handiest
- To do me to wit of whence is your coming.