Front Page Titles (by Subject) XXVI.: MORE CONVERSE OF HROTHGAR AND BEOWULF: THE GEATS MAKE THEM READY FOR DEPARTURE. - The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats
XXVI.: MORE CONVERSE OF HROTHGAR AND BEOWULF: THE GEATS MAKE THEM READY FOR DEPARTURE. - 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.
MORE CONVERSE OF HROTHGAR AND BEOWULF: THE GEATS MAKE THEM READY FOR DEPARTURE.
- UNTIL that within him a deal of o’erthinking
- Waxeth and groweth while sleepeth the warder,
- The soul’s herdsman; that slumber too fast is forsooth,
- Fast bounden by troubles, the banesman all nigh,
- E’en he that from arrow-bow evilly shooteth.
- Then he in his heart under helm is besmitten
- With a bitter shaft; not a whit then may he ward him
- From the wry wonder-biddings of the ghost the all-wicked.
- Too little he deems that which long he hath holden,
- Wrath-greedy he covets; nor e’en for boast-sake gives
- The rings fair beplated; and the forth-coming doom
- Forgetteth, forheedeth, for that God gave him erewhile,
- The Wielder of glory, a deal of the worship.
- At the ending-stave then it after befalleth
- That the shell of his body sinks fleeting away,
- And falleth all fey; and another one fetcheth,
- E’en one that undolefully dealeth the treasure,
- The earl’s gains of aforetime, and fear never heedeth.
- From the bale-envy ward thee, lief Beowulf, therefore,
- Thou best of all men, and choose thee the better,
- The redes everlasting; to o’erthinking turn not,
- O mighty of champions! for now thy might breatheth
- For a short while of time; but eft-soon it shall be
- That sickness or edges from thy strength thee shall sunder,
- Or the hold of the fire, or the welling of floods,
- Or the grip of the sword-blade, or flight of the spear,
- Or eld the all-evil: or the beaming of eyen
- Shall fail and shall dim: then shall it be forthright
- That thee, lordly man, the death over-masters.
- E’en so I the Ring-Danes for an hundred of seasons
- Did wield under the welkin and lock’d them by war
- From many a kindred the Middle-Garth over
- With ash-spears and edges, in such wise that not ever
- Under the sky’s run of my foemen I reckon’d.
- What! to me in my land came a shifting of that,
- Came grief after game, sithence Grendel befell,
- My foeman of old, mine ingoer soothly.
- I from that onfall bore ever unceasing
- Mickle mood-care; herefor be thanks to the Maker.
- To the Lord everlasting, that in life I abided,
- Yea, that I on that head all sword-gory there,
- Now the old strife is over, with eyen should stare.
- Go fare thou to settle, the feast-joyance dree thou,
- O war-worshipp’d! unto us twain yet there will be
- Mickle treasure in common when come is the morning.
- Glad of mood then the Geat was, and speedy he gat him
- To go see the settle, as the sage one commanded.
- Then was after as erst, that they of the might-fame,
- The floor-sitters, fairly the feasting bedight them
- All newly. The helm of the night loured over
- Dark over the host-men. Uprose all the doughty,
- For he, the hoar-blended, would wend to his bed,
- That old man of the Scyldings. The Geat without measure,
- The mighty shield-warrior, now willed him rest.
- And soon now the hall-thane him of way-faring weary,
- From far away come, forth show’d him the road,
- E’en he who for courtesy cared for all things
- Of the needs of the thane, e’en such as on that day
- The farers o’er ocean would fainly have had.
- Rested then the wide-hearted; high up the house tower’d
- Wide-gaping all gold-dight; within slept the guest;
- Until the black raven, the blithe-hearted, boded
- The heavens’ joy: then was come thither ahastening
- The bright sun o’er the plains, and hasten’d the scathers,
- The athelings once more aback to their people
- All fain to be faring; and far away thence
- Would the comer high-hearted go visit his keel.
- Bade then the hard one Hrunting to bear,
- The Ecglaf’s son bade to take him his sword,
- The iron well-lov’d; gave him thanks for the lending,
- Quoth he that the war-friend for worthy he told,
- Full of craft in the war; nor with word blam’d he aught
- The edge of the sword. Hah! the high-hearted warrior.
- So whenas all way-forward, yare in their war-gear,
- Were the warriors, the dear one then went to the Danes,
- To the high seat went the Atheling, whereas was the other;
- The battle-bold warrior gave greeting to Hrothgar.