Front Page Titles (by Subject) XXV.: CONVERSE OF HROTHGAR WITH BEOWULF. - The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats
XXV.: CONVERSE OF HROTHGAR WITH 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.
CONVERSE OF HROTHGAR WITH BEOWULF.
- SPAKE out then Beowulf, Ecgtheow’s bairn:
- What! we the sea-spoils here to thee, son of Healfdene,
- High lord of the Scyldings, with lust have brought hither
- For a token of glory, e’en these thou beholdest.
- Now I all unsoftly with life I escaped,
- In war under the water dar’d I the work
- Full hard to be worked, and well-nigh there was
- The sundering of strife, save that me God had shielded.
- So it is that in battle naught might I with Hrunting
- One whit do the work, though the weapon be doughty;
- But to me then he granted, the Wielder of men,
- That on wall I beheld there all beauteous hanging
- An ancient sword might-endow’d (often he leadeth right
- The friendless of men); so forth drew I that weapon.
- In that onset I slew there, as hap then appaid me,
- The herd of the house; then that bill of the host,
- The broider’d sword, burn’d up, and that blood sprang forth
- The hottest of battle-sweats; but the hilts thereof thenceforth
- From the foemen I ferry’d. I wreaked the foul deeds,
- The death-quelling of Danes, e’en as duly behoved.
- Now this I behote thee, that here in Hart mayst thou
- Sleep sorrowless henceforth with the host of thymen
- And the thanes every one that are of thy people
- Of doughty and young; that for them need thou dread not,
- O high lord of Scyldings, on that behalf soothly
- Life-bale for the earls as erst thou hast done.
- Then was the hilt golden to the ancient of warriors,
- The hoary of host-leaders, into hand given,
- The old work of giants; it turn’d to the owning,
- After fall of the Devils, of the lord of the Danes,
- That work of the wonder-smith, syth gave up the world
- The fierce-hearted groom, the foeman of God,
- The murder-beguilted, and there eke his mother;
- Unto the wielding of world-kings it turned,
- The best that there be betwixt of the sea-floods
- Of them that in Scaney dealt out the scat.
- Now spake out Hrothgar, as he look’d on the hilts there,
- The old heir-loom whereon was writ the beginning
- Of the strife of the old time, whenas the flood slew,
- The ocean a-gushing, that kin of the giants
- As fiercely they fared. That was a folk alien
- To the Lord everlasting; so to them a last guerdon
- Through the welling of waters the Wielder did give.
- So was on the sword-guards all of the sheer gold
- By dint of the rune-staves rightly bemarked,
- Set down and said for whom first was that sword wrought,
- And the choice of all irons erst had been done,
- Wreath-hilted and worm-adorn’d. Then spake the wise one,
- Healfdene’s son, and all were gone silent:
- Lo that may he say, who the right and the soothfast
- Amid the folk frameth, and far back all remembers,
- The old country’s warden, that as for this earl here
- Born better was he. Uprear’d is the fame-blast
- Through wide ways far yonder, O Beowulf, friend mine,
- Of thee o’er all peoples. Thou hold’st all with patience,
- Thy might with mood-wisdom; I shall make thee my love good,
- As we twain at first spake it. For a comfort thou shalt be
- Granted long while and long unto thy people,
- For a help unto heroes. Naught such became Heremod
- To Ecgwela’s offspring, the honourful Scyldings;
- For their welfare naught wax’d he, but for felling in slaughter,
- For the quelling of death to the folk of the Danes.
- Mood-swollen he brake there his board-fellows soothly,
- His shoulder-friends, until he sunder’d him lonely,
- That mighty of princes, from the mirth of all men-folk.
- Though him God the mighty in the joyance of might,
- In main strength, exalted high over all men,
- And framed him forth, yet fast in his heart grew
- A breast-hoard blood-fierce; none of fair rings he gave
- To the Danes as due doom would. Unmerry he dured
- So that yet of that strife the trouble he suffer’d,
- A folk-bale so longsome. By such do thou learn thee,
- Get thee hold of man-valour: this tale for thy teaching
- Old in winters I tell thee. ’Tis wonder to say it,
- How the high God almighty to the kindred of mankind
- Through his mind the wide-fashion’d deals wisdom about,
- Home and earlship; he owneth the wielding of all.
- At whiles unto love he letteth to turn
- The mood-thought of a man that is mighty of kindred,
- And in his land giveth him joyance of earth,
- And to have and to hold the high ward-burg of men,
- And sets so ’neath his wielding the deals of the world,
- Dominion wide reaching, that he himself may not
- In all his unwisdom of the ending bethink him.
- He wonneth well-faring, nothing him wasteth
- Sickness nor eld, nor the foe-sorrow to him
- Dark in mind waxeth, nor strife any where,
- The edge-hate, appeareth; but all the world for him
- Wends as he willeth, and the worse naught he wotteth.