The Tale of Beowulf, Sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats. Anonymous

abides there, and broods the gold for 300 years.

      Now a certain thrall, who had misdone against his lord and was fleeing from his wrath, haps on the said treasure and takes a cup thence, which he brings to his lord to appease his wrath. The Worm waketh, and findeth his treasure lessened, but can find no man who hath done the deed. Therefore he turns on the folk, and wars on them, and burns Beowulf's house.

      Now Beowulf will go and meet the Worm. He has an iron shield made, and sets forth with eleven men and the thrall the thirteenth. He comes to the ness, and speaks to his men, telling them of his past days, and gives them his last greeting: then he cries out a challenge to the Worm, who comes forth, and the battle begins: Beowulf's sword will not bite on the Worm. Wiglaf eggs on the others to come to Beowulf's help, and goes himself straightway, and offers himself to Beowulf; the Worm comes on again, and Beowulf breaks his sword Nægling on him, and the Worm wounds Beowulf. Wiglaf smites the Worm in the belly; Beowulf draws his ax, and between them they slay the Worm.

      Beowulf now feels his wounds, and knows that he is hurt deadly; he sits down by the wall, and Wiglaf bathes his wounds. Beowulf speaks, tells how he would give his armour to his son if he had one; thanks God that he has not sworn falsely or done guilefully; and prays Wiglaf to bear out the treasure that he may see it before he dies.

       Wiglaf fetches out the treasure, and again bathes Beowulf's wounds; Beowulf speaks again, rejoices over the sight of the treasure; gives to Wiglaf his ring and his armour, and bids the manner of his bale-fire. With that he passes away. Now the dastards come thereto and find Wiglaf vainly bathing his dead lord. He casteth shame upon them with great wrath. Thence he sends a messenger to the barriers of the town, who comes to the host, and tells them of the death of Beowulf. He tells withal of the old feud betwixt the Geats and the Swedes, and how these, when they hear of the death of the king, will be upon them. The warriors go to look on Beowulf, and find him and the Worm lying dead together. Wiglaf chooses out seven of them to go void the treasure-house, after having bidden them gather wood for the bale-fire. They shove the Worm over the cliff into the sea, and bear off the treasure in wains. Then they bring Beowulf's corpse to bale, and they kindle it; a woman called the wife of aforetime, it may be Hygd, widow of Hygelac, bemoans him: and twelve children of the athelings ride round the bale, and bemoan Beowulf and praise him: and thus ends the poem.

THE STORY OF BEOWULF

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      I. AND FIRST OF THE KINDRED OF HROTHGAR.

      What! we of the Spear-Danes of yore days, so was it

      That we learn'd of the fair fame of kings of the folks

      And the athelings a-faring in framing of valour.

      

      Oft then Scyld the Sheaf-son from the hosts of the scathers,

      From kindreds a many the mead-settles tore;

      It was then the earl fear'd them, sithence was he first

      Found bare and all-lacking; so solace he bided,

      Wax'd under the welkin in worship to thrive,

      Until it was so that the round-about sitters

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      All over the whale-road must hearken his will

      And yield him the tribute. A good king was that,

      By whom then thereafter a son was begotten,

      A youngling in garth, whom the great God sent thither

      To foster the folk; and their crime-need he felt

      The load that lay on them while lordless they lived

      For a long while and long. He therefore, the Life-lord,

      The Wielder of glory, world's worship he gave him:

      

      Brim Beowulf waxed, and wide the weal upsprang

      

      Of the offspring of Scyld in the parts of the Scede-lands.

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      Such wise shall a youngling with wealth be a-working

      With goodly fee-gifts toward the friends of his father,

      That after in eld-days shall ever bide with him,

      Fair fellows well-willing when wendeth the war-tide,

      Their lief lord a-serving. By praise-deeds it shall be

      That in each and all kindreds a man shall have thriving.

      Then went his ways Scyld when the shapen while was,

      All hardy to wend him to the lord and his warding:

      Out then did they bear him to the side of the sea-flood,

      The dear fellows of him, as he himself pray'd them

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      While yet his word wielded the friend of the Scyldings,

      The dear lord of the land; a long while had he own'd it.

      With stem all be-ringed at the hythe stood the ship,

      All icy and out-fain, the Atheling's ferry.

      There then did they lay him, the lord well beloved,

      The gold-rings' bestower, within the ship's barm,

      The mighty by mast. Much there was the treasure,

      From far ways forsooth had the fret-work been led:

      Never heard I of keel that was comelier dighted

      With weapons of war, and with weed of the battle,

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      With bills and with byrnies. There lay in his barm

      Much wealth of the treasure that with him should be,

      And he into the flood's might afar to depart.

      No lesser a whit were the wealth-goods they dight him

      Of the goods of the folk, than did they who aforetime,

      When was the beginning, first sent him away

      Alone o'er the billows, and he but a youngling.

      Moreover they set him up there a sign golden

      High up overhead, and let the holm bear him,

      Gave all to the Spearman. Sad mind they had in them,

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      And mourning their mood was. Now never knew men,

      For sooth how to say it, rede-masters in hall,

      Or heroes 'neath heaven, to whose hands came the lading.

      II. CONCERNING HROTHGAR, AND HOW HE BUILT THE HOUSE CALLED HART. ALSO GRENDEL IS TOLD OF.

      In the burgs then was biding Beowulf the Scylding,

      Dear King of the people, for long was he dwelling

      Far-famed of folks (his father turn'd elsewhere,

      From his stead the Chief wended) till awoke to him after

      

      Healfdene the high, and long while he held it,

      Ancient and war-eager, o'er the glad Scyldings:

      Of his