Front Page Titles (by Subject) XX.: GRENDEL'S DAM BREAKS INTO HART AND BEARS OFF AESCHERE. - The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats
XX.: GRENDEL’S DAM BREAKS INTO HART AND BEARS OFF AESCHERE. - 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).
About Liberty Fund:
Liberty Fund, Inc. is a private, educational foundation established to encourage the study of the ideal of a society of free and responsible individuals.
The text is in the public domain.
Fair use statement:
This material is put online to further the educational goals of Liberty Fund, Inc. Unless otherwise stated in the Copyright Information section above, this material may be used freely for educational and academic purposes. It may not be used in any way for profit.
- 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’S DAM BREAKS INTO HART AND BEARS OFF AESCHERE.
- SO sank they to slumber; but one paid full sorely
- For his rest of the even, as to them fell full often
- Sithence that the gold-hall Grendel had guarded,
- And won deed of unright, until that the end came
- And death after sinning: but clear was it shown now,
- Wide wotted of men, that e’en yet was a wreaker
- Living after the loathly, a long while of time
- After the battle-care, Grendel’s own mother;
- The woman, the monster-wife, minded her woe,
- She who needs must in horror of waters be wonning,
- The streams all a-cold, sithence Cain was become
- For an edge-bane forsooth to his very own brother,
- The own son of his father. Forth bann’d then he fared,
- All marked by murder, from man’s joy to flee,
- And dwelt in the waste-land. Thence woke there a many
- Ghosts shapen of old time, of whom one was Grendel,
- The fierce wolf, the hateful, who found him at Hart
- A man there a-watching, abiding the war-tide;
- Where to him the fell ogre to hand-grips befell;
- Howe’er he him minded of the strength of his might,
- The great gift set fast in him given of God,
- And trowed in grace by the All-wielder given,
- His fostering, his staying; so the fiend he o’er-came
- And bow’d down the Hell’s ghost, that all humble he wended
- Fordone of all mirth death’s house to go look on,
- That fiend of all mankind. But yet was his mother,
- The greedy, the glum-moody, fain to be going
- A sorrowful journey her son’s death to wreak.
- So came she to Hart whereas now the Ring-Danes
- Were sleeping adown the hall; soon there befell
- Change of days to the earl-folk, when in she came thrusting,
- Grendel’s mother: and soothly was minish’d the terror
- By even so much as the craft-work of maidens,
- The war-terror of wife, is beside the man weapon’d,
- When the sword all hard bounden, by hammers to-beaten,
- The sword all sweat-stain’d, through the swine o’er the war-helm
- With edges full doughty down rightly sheareth.
- But therewith in the hall was tugg’d out the hard edge,
- The sword o’er the settles, and wide shields a many
- Heaved fast in the hand: no one the helm heeded,
- Nor the byrny wide-wrought, when the wild fear fell on them.
- In haste was she then, and out would she thenceforth
- For the saving her life, whenas she should be found there.
- But one of the athelings she speedily handled
- And caught up full fast, and fenward so fared.
- But he was unto Hrothgar the liefest of heroes
- Of the sort of the fellows; betwixt the two seafloods
- A mighty shield-warrior, whom she at rest brake up,
- A war-wight well famed. There Beowulf was not;
- Another house soothly had erewhile been dighted
- After gift of that treasure to that great one of Geats.
- Uprose cry then in Hart, all ’mid gore had she taken
- The hand, the well-known, and now care wrought anew
- In the wicks was arisen. Naught well was the bargain
- That on both halves they needs must be buying that tide
- With the life-days of friends. Then the lord king, the wise,
- The hoary of war-folk, was harmed of mood
- When his elder of thanes and he now unliving,
- The dearest of all, he knew to be dead.
- To the bower full swiftly was Beowulf brought now,
- The man victory-dower’d; together with day-dawn
- Went he, one of the earls, that champion beworthy’d,
- Himself with his fellows, where the wise was abiding
- To wot if the All-wielder ever will to him
- After the tale of woe happy change work.
- Then went down the floor he the war-worthy
- With the host of his hand, while high dinn’d the hall-wood,
- Till he there the wise one with words had well greeted,
- The lord of the Ingwines, and ask’d had the night been,
- Since sore he was summon’d, a night of sweet easement.