Front Page Titles (by Subject) XVII.: THEY FEAST IN HART. THE GLEEMAN SINGS OF FINN AND HENGEST. - The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats
XVII.: THEY FEAST IN HART. THE GLEEMAN SINGS OF FINN AND HENGEST. - 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.
THEY FEAST IN HART. THE GLEEMAN SINGS OF FINN AND HENGEST.
- THEN the lord of the earl-folk to every and each one
- Of them who with Beowulf the sea-ways had worn
- Then and there on the mead-bench did handsel them treasure,
- An heir-loom to wit; for him also he bade it
- That a were-gild be paid, whom Grendel aforetime
- By wickedness quell’d, as far more of them would he,
- Save from them God all-witting the weird away wended,
- And that man’s mood withal. But the Maker all wielded
- Of the kindred of mankind, as yet now he doeth.
- Therefore through-witting will be the best everywhere
- And the forethought of mind. Many things must abide
- Of lief and of loth, he who here a long while
- In these days of the strife with the world shall be dealing.
- There song was and sound all gather’d together
- Of that Healfdene’s warrior and wielder of battle,
- The wood of glee greeted, the lay wreaked often,
- Whenas the hall-game the minstrel of Hrothgar
- All down by the mead-bench tale must be making:
- By Finn’s sons aforetime, when the fear gat them,
- The hero of Half-Danes, Hnæf of the Scyldings,
- On the slaughter-field Frisian needs must he fall.
- Forsooth never Hildeburh needed to hery
- The troth of the Eotens; she all unsinning
- Was lorne of her lief ones in that play of the linden,
- Her bairns and her brethren, by fate there they fell
- Spear-wounded. That was the all-woeful of women.
- Not unduly without cause the daughter of Hoc
- Mourn’d the Maker’s own shaping, sithence came the morn
- When she under the heavens that tide came to see,
- Murder-bale of her kinsmen, where most had she erewhile
- Of world’s bliss. The war-tide took all men away
- Of Finn’s thanes that were, save only a few;
- E’en so that he might not on the field of the meeting
- Hold Hengest a war-tide, or fight any whit,
- Nor yet snatch away thence by war the woeleavings
- From the thane of the King; but terms now they bade him
- That for them other stead all for all should make room,
- A hall and high settle, whereof the half-wielding
- They with the Eotens’ bairns henceforth might hold,
- And with fee-gifts moreover the son of Folkwalda
- Each day of the days the Danes should beworthy;
- The war-heap of Hengest with rings should he honour
- Even so greatly with treasure of treasures,
- Of gold all beplated, as he the kin Frisian
- Down in the beer-hall duly should dight.
- Troth then they struck there each of the two halves,
- A peace-troth full fast. There Finn unto Hengest
- Strongly, unstrifeful, with oath-swearing swore,
- That he the woe-leaving by the doom of the wise ones
- Should hold in all honour, that never man henceforth
- With word or with work the troth should be breaking,
- Nor through craft of the guileful should undo it ever,
- Though their ring-giver’s bane they must follow in rank
- All lordless, e’en so need is it to be:
- But if any of Frisians by over-bold speaking
- The murderful hatred should call unto mind,
- Then naught but the edge of the sword should avenge it.
- Then done was the oath there, and gold of the golden
- Heav’d up from the hoard. Of the bold Here-Scyldings
- All yare on the bale was the best battle-warrior;
- On the death-howe beholden was easily there
- The sark stain’d with war-sweat, the all-golden swine,
- The iron-hard boar; there was many an atheling
- With wounds all outworn; some on slaughterfield welter’d.
- But Hildeburh therewith on Hnæf’s bale she bade them
- The own son of herself to set fast in the flame,
- His bone-vats to burn up and lay on the bale there:
- On his shoulder all woeful the woman lamented,
- Sang songs of bewailing, as the warrior strode upward,
- Wound up to the welkin that most of death-fires,
- Before the howe howled; there molten the heads were,
- The wound-gates burst open, there blood was out-springing
- From foe-bites of the body; the flame swallow’d all,
- The greediest of ghosts, of them that war gat him
- Of either of folks; shaken off was their life-breath.