Front Page Titles (by Subject) XII.: GRENDEL COMETH INTO HART: OF THE STRIFE BETWIXT HIM AND BEOWULF. - The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats
XII.: GRENDEL COMETH INTO HART: OF THE STRIFE BETWIXT HIM AND BEOWULF. - 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.
GRENDEL COMETH INTO HART: OF THE STRIFE BETWIXT HIM AND BEOWULF.
- CAME then from the moor-land, all under the mist-bents,
- Grendel a-going there, bearing God’s anger.
- The scather the ill one was minded of mankind
- To have one in his toils from the high hall aloft.
- ’Neath the welkin he waded, to the place whence the wine-house,
- The gold-hall of men, most yarely he wist
- With gold-plates fair colour’d; nor was it the first time
- That he unto Hrothgar’s high home had betook him.
- Never he in his life-days, either erst or thereafter,
- Of warriors more hardy or hall-thanes had found.
- Came then to the house the wight on his ways,
- Of all joys bereft; and soon sprang the door open,
- With fire-bands made fast, when with hand he had touch’d it;
- Brake the bale-heedy, he with wrath bollen,
- The mouth of the house there, and early thereafter
- On the shiny-fleck’d floor thereof trod forth the fiend;
- On went he then mood-wroth, and out from his eyes stood
- Likest to fire-flame light full unfair.
- In the high house beheld he a many of warriors,
- A host of men sib all sleeping together,
- Of man-warriors a heap; then laugh’d out his mood;
- In mind deem’d he to sunder, or ever came day,
- The monster, the fell one, from each of the men there
- The life from the body; for befell him a boding
- Of fulfilment of feeding: but weird now it was not
- That he any more of mankind thenceforward
- Should eat, that night over. Huge evil beheld then
- The Hygelac’s kinsman, and how the foul scather
- All with his fear-grips would fare there before him;
- How never the monster was minded to tarry,
- For speedily gat he, and at the first stour,
- A warrior a-sleeping, and unaware slit him,
- Bit his bone-coffer, drank blood a-streaming,
- Great gobbets swallow’d in; thenceforth soon had he
- Of the unliving one every whit eaten
- To hands and feet even: then forth strode he nigher,
- And took hold with his hand upon him the high-hearted,
- The warrior a-resting; reach’d out to himwards
- The fiend with his hand, gat fast on him rathely
- With thought of all evil, and besat him his arm.
- Then swiftly was finding the herdsman of foul deeds
- That forsooth he had met not in Middle-garth ever,
- In the parts of the earth, in any man else
- A hand-grip more mighty; then wax’d he of mood
- Heart-fearful, but none the more outward might he;
- Hence-eager his heart was to the darkness to hie him,
- And the devil-dray seek: not there was his service
- E’en such as he found in his life-days before.
- Then to heart laid the good one, the Hygelac’s kinsman,
- His speech of the even-tide; uplong he stood
- And fast with him grappled, till bursted his fingers.
- The eoten was out-fain, but on strode the earl.
- The mighty fiend minded was, whereso he might,
- To wind him about more widely away thence,
- And flee fenwards; he found then the might of his fingers
- In the grip of the fierce one; sorry faring was that
- Which he, the harm-scather, had taken to Hart.
- The warrior-hall dinn’d now; unto all Danes there waxed,
- To the castle-abiders, to each of the keen ones,
- To all earls, as an ale-dearth. Now angry were both
- Of the fierce mighty warriors, far rang out the hall-house;
- Then mickle the wonder it was that the wine-hall
- Withstood the two war-deer, nor welter’d to earth
- The fair earthly dwelling; but all fast was it builded
- Within and without with the banding of iron
- By crafty thought smithy’d. But there from the sill bow’d
- Fell many a mead-bench, by hearsay of mine,
- With gold well adorned, where strove they the wrothful.
- Hereof never ween’d they, the wise of the Scyldings,
- That ever with might should any of men
- The excellent, bone-dight, break into pieces,
- Or unlock with cunning, save the light fire’s embracing
- In smoke should it swallow. So uprose the roar
- New and enough; now fell on the North-Danes
- Ill fear and the terror, on each and on all men,
- Of them who from wall-top hearken’d the weeping,
- Even God’s foeman singing the fear-lay,
- The triumphless song, and the wound-bewailing
- Of the thrall of the Hell; for there now fast held him
- He who of men of main was the mightiest
- In that day which is told of, the day of this life.