Front Page Titles (by Subject) 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. - The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats
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. - 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.
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.
- THERE was then on the morning, as I have heard tell it,
- Round the gift-hall a many of men of the warriors:
- Were faring folk-leaders from far and from near
- O’er the wide-away roads the wonder to look on,
- The track of the loathly: his life-sundering nowise
- Was deem’d for a sorrow to any of men there
- Who gaz’d on the track of the gloryless wight;
- How he all a-weary of mood thence awayward,
- Brought to naught in the battle, to the mere of the nicors,
- Now fey and forth-fleeing, his life-steps had flitted.
- There all in the blood was the sea-brim a-welling,
- The dread swing of the waves was washing all mingled
- With hot blood; with the gore of the sword was it welling;
- The death-doom’d had dyed it, sithence he unmerry
- In his fen-hold had laid down the last of his life,
- His soul of the heathen, and hell gat hold on him.
- Thence back again far’d they those fellows of old,
- With many a young one, from their wayfaring merry,
- Full proud from the mere-side on mares there a-riding
- The warriors on white steeds. There then was of Beowulf
- Set forth the might mighty; oft quoth it a many
- That nor northward nor southward beside the twin sea-floods,
- Over all the huge earth’s face now never another,
- Never under the heaven’s breadth, was there a better,
- Nor of wielders of war-shields a worthier of kingship;
- But neither their friendly lord blam’d they one whit,
- Hrothgar the glad, for good of kings was he.
- There whiles the warriors far-famed let leap
- Their fair fallow horses and fare into flyting
- Where unto them the earth-ways for fair-fashion’d seemed,
- Through their choiceness well kenned; and whiles a king’s thane,
- A warrior vaunt-laden, of lays grown bemindful,
- E’en he who all many of tales of the old days
- A multitude minded, found other words also
- Sooth-bounden, and boldly the man thus began
- E’en Beowulf’s wayfare well wisely to stir,
- With good speed to set forth the spells well areded
- And to shift about words. And well of all told he
- That he of Sigemund erst had heard say,
- Of the deeds of his might; and many things uncouth:
- Of the strife of the Wælsing and his wide way-farings,
- Of those that men’s children not well yet they wist,
- The feud and the crimes, save Fitela with him;
- Somewhat of such things yet would he say,
- The eme to the nephew; e’en as they aye were
- In all strife soever fellows full needful;
- And full many had they of the kin of the eotens
- Laid low with the sword. And to Sigemund upsprang
- After his death-day fair doom unlittle
- Sithence that the war-hard the Worm there had quelled,
- The herd of the hoard; he under the hoar stone,
- The bairn of the Atheling, all alone dar’d it,
- That wight deed of deeds; with him Fitela was not.
- But howe’er, his hap was that the sword so throughwaded
- The Worm the all-wondrous, that in the wall stood
- The iron dear-wrought: and the drake died the murder.
- There had the warrior so won by wightness,
- That he of the ring-hoard the use might be having
- All at his own will. The sea-boat he loaded,
- And into the ship’s barm bore the bright fretwork
- Wæls’ son. In the hotness the Worm was tomolten.
- Now he of all wanderers was widely the greatest
- Through the peoples of man-kind, the warder of warriors,
- By mighty deeds; erst then and early he throve.
- Now sithence the warfare of Heremod waned,
- His might and his valour, amidst of the eotens
- To the wielding of foemen straight was he betrayed,
- And speedily sent forth: by the surges of sorrow
- O’er-long was he lam’d, became he to his lieges,
- To all of the athelings, a life-care thenceforward.
- Withal oft bemoaned in times that were older
- The ways of that stout heart many a carle of the wisest,
- Who trow’d in him boldly for booting of bales,
- And had look’d that the king’s bairn should ever be thriving,
- His father’s own lordship should take, hold the folk,
- The hoard and the ward-burg, and realm of the heroes,
- The own land of the Scyldings. To all men was Beowulf,
- The Hygelac’s kinsman to the kindred of menfolk,
- More fair unto friends; but on Heremod crime fell.
- So whiles the men flyting the fallow street there
- With their mares were they meting. There then was the morn-light
- Thrust forth and hasten’d; went many a warrior
- All hardy of heart to the high hall aloft
- The rare wonder to see; and the King’s self withal
- From the bride-bower wended, the warder of ring-hoards,
- All glorious he trod and a mickle troop had he,
- He for choice ways beknown; and his Queen therewithal
- Meted the mead-path with a meyny of maidens.