Front Page Titles (by Subject) XXVII.: BEOWULF BIDS HROTHGAR FAREWELL: THE GEATS FARE TO SHIP. - The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats
XXVII.: BEOWULF BIDS HROTHGAR FAREWELL: THE GEATS FARE TO SHIP. - 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.
BEOWULF BIDS HROTHGAR FAREWELL: THE GEATS FARE TO SHIP.
- OUT then spake Beowulf, Ecgtheow’s bairn:
- As now we sea-farers have will to be saying,
- We from afar come, that now are we fainest
- Of seeking to Hygelac. Here well erst were we
- Serv’d as our wills would, and well thine avail was.
- If I on the earth then, be it e’en but a little,
- Of the love of thy mood may yet more be anearning,
- O lord of the men-folk, than heretofore might I,
- Of the works of the battle yare then soon shall I be.
- If I should be learning, I over the flood’s run,
- That the sitters about thee beset thee with dread,
- Even thee hating as otherwhile did they;
- Then thousands to theeward of thanes shall I bring
- For the helping of heroes. Of Hygelac wot I,
- The lord of the Geat-folk, though he be but a youngling,
- That shepherd of folk, that me will he further
- By words and by works, that well may I ward thee,
- And unto thine helping the spear-holt may bear,
- A main-staying mighty, whenas men thou art needing.
- And if therewith Hrethric in the courts of the Geat-house,
- The King’s bairn, take hosting, then may he a many
- Of friends find him soothly: far countries shall be
- Better sought to by him who for himself is doughty.
- Out then spake Hrothgar in answer to himward:
- Thy word-saying soothly the Lord of all wisdom
- Hath sent into thy mind; never heard I more sagely
- In a life that so young was a man word be laying;
- Strong of might and main art thou and sage of thy mood,
- Wise the words of thy framing. Tell I this for a weening,
- If it so come to pass that the spear yet shall take,
- Or the battle all sword-grim, the son of that Hrethel,
- Or sickness or iron thine Alderman have,
- Thy shepherd of folk, and thou fast to life hold thee,
- Then no better than thee may the Sea-Geats be having
- To choose for themselves, no one of the kings,
- Hoard-warden of heroes, if then thou wilt hold
- Thy kinsman’s own kingdom. Me liketh thy mood-heart,
- The longer the better, O Beowulf the lief;
- In such wise hast thou fared, that unto the folks now,
- The folk of the Geats and the Gar-Danes withal,
- In common shall peace be, and strife rest appeased
- And the hatreds the doleful which erst they have dreed;
- Shall become, whiles I wield it, this wide realm of ours,
- Treasures common to either folk: many a one other
- With good things shall greet o’er the bath of the gannet;
- And the ring’d bark withal over sea shall be bringing
- The gifts and love-tokens. The twain folks I know
- Toward foeman toward friend fast-fashion’d together,
- In every way blameless as in the old wise.
- Then the refuge of warriors, he gave him withal,
- Gave Healfdene’s son of treasures yet twelve;
- And he bade him with those gifts to go his own people
- To seek in all soundness, and swiftly come back.
- Then kissed the king, he of noble kin gotten,
- The lord of the Scyldings, that best of the thanes,
- By the halse then he took him; from him fell the tears
- From the blended of hoar hair. Of both things was there hoping
- To the old, the old wise one; yet most of the other,
- To wit, that they sithence each each might be seeing,
- The high-heart in council. To him so lief was he
- That he his breast-welling might nowise forbear,
- But there in his bosom, bound fast in his heart-bonds,
- After that dear man a longing dim-hidden
- Burn’d against blood-tie. So Beowulf thence-forth,
- The gold-proud of warriors, trod the mould grassy,
- Exulting in gold-store. The sea-ganger bided
- Its owning-lord whereas at anchor it rode.
- Then was there in going the gift of King Hrothgar
- Oft highly accounted; yea, that was a king
- In every wise blameless, till eld took from him eftsoon
- The joyance of might, as it oft scathes a many.