Front Page Titles (by Subject) XLII.: THEY GO TO LOOK ON THE FIELD OF DEED. - The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats
XLII.: THEY GO TO LOOK ON THE FIELD OF DEED. - 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 GO TO LOOK ON THE FIELD OF DEED.
- THEN it was to be seen that throve not the way
- To him that unrightly had hidden within there
- The fair gear ’neath the wall. The warder erst slew
- Some few of folk, and the feud then became
- Wrothfully wreaked. A wonder whenas
- A valour-strong earl may reach on the ending
- Of the fashion of life, when he longer in nowise
- One man with his kinsmen may dwell in the mead-hall!
- So to Beowulf was it when the burg’s ward he sought,
- For the hate of the weapons: he himself knew not
- Wherethrough forsooth his world’s sundering should be.
- So until Doomsday they cursed it deeply,
- Those princes the dread, who erst there had done it,
- That that man should be of sins never sackless,
- A-hoppled in shrines, in hell-bonds fast set,
- With plague-spots be punish’d, who that plain should plunder.
- But naught gold-greedy was he, more gladly had he
- The grace of the Owner erst gotten to see.
- Now spake out Wiglaf, that son was of Weohstan:
- Oft shall many an earl for the will but of one
- Dree the wrack, as to us even now is befallen:
- Nowise might we learn the lief lord of us,
- The herd of the realm, any of rede,
- That he should not go greet that warder of gold,
- But let him live yet, whereas long he was lying,
- And wonne in his wicks until the world’s ending;
- But he held to high weird and the hoard hath been seen,
- Grimly gotten: o’er hard forsooth was that giving,
- That the king of the folk e’en thither enticed.
- Lo! I was therein, and I look’d it all over,
- The gear of the house, when for me room was gotten,
- But I lightly in nowise had leave for the passage
- In under the earth-wall; in haste I gat hold
- Forsooth with my hands of a mickle main burden
- Of hoard-treasures, and hither then out did I bear them,
- Out unto my king, and then quick was he yet,
- Wise, and wit-holding: a many things spake he,
- That aged in grief-care, and bade me to greet you,
- And pray’d ye would do e’en after your friend’s deeds
- Aloft in the bale-stead a howe builded high,
- Most mickle and mighty, as he amongst men was
- The worthfullest warrior wide over the world,
- While he the burg-weal erewhile might brook.
- Then so let us hasten this second of whiles
- To see and to seek the throng of things strange,
- The wonder ’neath wall; I shall wise you the way,
- So that ye from a-near may look on enough
- Of rings and broad gold; and be the bier swiftly
- All yare thereunto, whenas out we shall fare.
- Then let us so ferry the lord that was ours,
- The lief man of men, to where long shall he
- In the All-Wielder’s keeping full patiently wait.
- Bade then to bid the bairn of that Weohstan,
- The deer of the battle, to a many of warriors,
- The house-owning wights, that the wood of the bale
- They should ferry from far, e’en the folk-owning men,
- Toward the good one. And now shall the gleed fret away,
- The wan flame a-waxing, the strong one of warriors,
- Him who oft-times abided the shower of iron
- When the storm of the shafts driven on by the strings
- Shook over the shield-wall, and the shaft held its service,
- And eager with feather-gear follow’d the barb.
- Now then the wise one, that son was of Weohstan,
- Forth from the throng then call’d of the king’s thanes
- A seven together, the best to be gotten,
- And himself went the eighth in under the foeroof;
- One man of the battlers in hand there he bare
- A gleam of the fire, of the first went he inward.
- It was nowise allotted who that hoard should despoil,
- Sithence without warden some deal that there was
- The men now beheld in the hall there a-wonning,
- Lying there fleeting; little mourn’d any,
- That they in all haste outward should ferry
- The dear treasures. But forthwith the drake did they shove,
- The Worm, o’er the cliff-wall, and let the wave take him,
- The flood fathom about the fretted works’ herd.
- There then was wounden gold on the wain laden
- Untold of each kind, and the Atheling borne,
- The hoary of warriors, out on to Whale-ness.