TO My Wife

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1892, by JNO: LESSLIE HALL, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.

D.C. HEATH & CO., PUBLISHERS BOSTON NEW YORK CHICAGO

My special thanks are due to Professors Francis A. March and James A. Harrison, for advice, sympathy, and assistance.

It is the devout desire of this translator to hasten the day when the story of Beowulf shall be as familiar to English-speaking peoples as that of the Iliad. Beowulf is our first great epic. It is an epitomized history of the life of the Teutonic races. It brings vividly before us our forefathers of pre-Alfredian eras, in their love of war, of sea, and of adventure.

The poem closes with a glowing tribute to his bravery, his gentleness, his goodness of heart, and his generosity.

Beowulf subsequently becomes king of his own people, the Geats. After he has been ruling for fifty years, his own neighborhood is wofully harried by a fire-spewing dragon. Beowulf determines to kill him. In the ensuing struggle both Beowulf and the dragon are slain. The grief of the Geats is inexpressible. They determine, however, to leave nothing undone to honor the memory of their lord. A great funeral-pyre is built, and his body is burnt. Then a memorial-barrow is made, visible from a great distance, that sailors afar may be constantly reminded of the prowess of the national hero of Geatland.

When the hero arrives in his own land, Higelac treats him as a distinguished guest. He is the hero of the hour.

Beowulf leaves Dane-land. Hrothgar weeps and laments at his departure.

Joy is renewed at Heorot. Congratulations crowd upon the victor. Hrothgar literally pours treasures into the lap of Beowulf; and it is agreed among the vassals of the king that Beowulf will be their next liegelord.

Grendel’s mother, however, comes the next night to avenge his death. She is furious and raging. While Beowulf is sleeping in a room somewhat apart [x] from the quarters of the other warriors, she seizes one of Hrothgar’s favorite counsellors, and carries him off and devours him. Beowulf is called. Determined to leave Heorot entirely purified, he arms himself, and goes down to look for the female monster. After traveling through the waters many hours, he meets her near the sea-bottom. She drags him to her den. There he sees Grendel lying dead. After a desperate and almost fatal struggle with the woman, he slays her, and swims upward in triumph, taking with him Grendel’s head.

The next morning, at early dawn, warriors in numbers flock to the hall Heorot, to hear the news. Joy is boundless. Glee runs high. Hrothgar and his retainers are lavish of gratitude and of gifts.

Grendel comes, the great march-stepper, bearing God’s anger. He seizes and kills one of the sleeping warriors. Then he advances towards Beowulf. A fierce and desperate hand-to-hand struggle ensues. No arms are used, both combatants trusting to strength and hand-grip. Beowulf tears Grendel’s shoulder from its socket, and the monster retreats to his den, howling and yelling with agony and fury. The wound is fatal.

Over sea, a day’s voyage off, Beowulf, of the Geats, nephew of Higelac, king of the Geats, hears of Grendel’s doings and of Hrothgar’s misery. He resolves to crush the fell monster and relieve the aged king. With fourteen chosen companions, he sets sail for Dane-land. Reaching that country, he soon persuades Hrothgar of his ability to help him. The hours that elapse before night are spent in beer-drinking and conversation. When Hrothgar’s bedtime comes he leaves the hall in charge of Beowulf, telling him that never before has he given to another the absolute wardship of his palace. All retire to rest, Beowulf, as it were, sleeping upon his arms.

Hrothgar, king of the Danes, or Scyldings, builds a great mead-hall, or palace, in which he hopes to feast his liegemen and to give them presents. The joy of king and retainers is, however, of short duration. Grendel, the monster, is seized with hateful jealousy. He cannot brook the sounds of joyance that reach him down in his fen-dwelling near the hall. Oft and anon he goes to the joyous building, bent on direful mischief. Thane after thane is ruthlessly carried off and devoured, while no one is found strong enough and bold enough to cope with the monster. For twelve years he persecutes Hrothgar and his vassals.

With these preliminary remarks, it will not be amiss to give an outline of the story of the poem.

The effort has been made to give a decided flavor of archaism to the translation. All words not in keeping with the spirit of the poem have been [ix] avoided. Again, though many archaic words have been used, there are none, it is believed, which are not found in standard modern poetry.

No two accented syllables have been brought together, except occasionally after a cæsural pause. (See 2 19 and 12 1 .) Or, scientifically speaking, Sievers’s C type has been avoided as not consonant with the plan of translation. Several of his types, however, constantly occur; e.g. A and a variant (/ x | / x) (/ x x | / x); B and a variant (x / | x / ) (x x / | x / ); a variant of D (/ x | / x x); E (/ x x | / ). Anacrusis gives further variety to the types used in the translation.

What Gummere calls the “rime-giver” has been studiously kept; viz. , the first accented syllable in the second half-verse always carries the alliteration; and the last accented syllable alliterates only sporadically. Alternate alliteration is occasionally used as in the original. (See 7 61 , 8 5 .)

The measure used in the present translation is believed to be as near a reproduction of the original as modern English affords. The cadences closely resemble those used by Browning in some of his most striking poems. The four stresses of the Anglo-Saxon verse are retained, and as much thesis and anacrusis is allowed as is consistent with a regular cadence. Alliteration has been used to a large extent; but it was thought that modern ears would hardly tolerate it on every line. End-rhyme has been used occasionally; internal rhyme, sporadically. Both have some warrant in Anglo-Saxon poetry. (For end-rhyme, see 1 53 , 1 54 ; for internal rhyme, 2 21 , 6 40 .)

Of all English translations of Beowulf, that of Professor Garnett alone gives any adequate idea of the chief characteristics of this great Teutonic epic.

Perhaps every Anglo-Saxon scholar has his own theory as to how Beowulf should be translated. Some have given us prose versions of what we believe to be a great poem. Is it any reflection on our honored Kemble and Arnold to say that their translations fail to show a layman that Beowulf is justly called our first epic ? Of those translators who have used verse, several have written [viii] from what would seem a mistaken point of view. Is it proper, for instance, that the grave and solemn speeches of Beowulf and Hrothgar be put in ballad measures, tripping lightly and airily along? Or, again, is it fitting that the rough martial music of Anglo-Saxon verse be interpreted to us in the smooth measures of modern blank verse? Do we hear what has been beautifully called “the clanging tread of a warrior in mail”?

In order to please the larger class of readers, a regular cadence has been used, a measure which, while retaining the essential characteristics of the original, permits the reader to see ahead of him in reading.

This work is addressed to two classes of readers. From both of these alike the translator begs sympathy and co-operation. The Anglo-Saxon scholar he hopes to please by adhering faithfully to the original. The student of English literature he aims to interest by giving him, in modern garb, the most ancient epic of our race. This is a bold and venturesome undertaking; and yet there must be some students of the Teutonic past willing to follow even a daring guide, if they may read in modern phrases of the sorrows of Hrothgar, of the prowess of Beowulf, and of the feelings that stirred the hearts of our forefathers in their primeval homes.

The Heyne-Socin text and glossary have been closely followed. Occasionally a deviation has been made, but always for what seemed good and sufficient reason. The translator does not aim to be an editor. Once in a while, however, he has added a conjecture of his own to the emendations quoted from the criticisms of other students of the poem.

The present work is a modest effort to reproduce approximately, in modern measures, the venerable epic, Beowulf. Approximately , I repeat; for a very close reproduction of Anglo-Saxon verse would, to a large extent, be prose to a modern ear.

B. = Bugge. C. = Cosijn. Gr. = Grein. Grdvtg. = Grundtvig. H. = Heyne. H. and S. = Harrison and Sharp. H.-So. = Heyne-Socin. K.= Kemble. Kl. = Kluge. M.= Müllenhoff. R. = Rieger. S. = Sievers. Sw. = Sweet. t.B. = ten Brink. Th. = Thorpe. W. = Wülcker.

Zinsser, G. —Der Kampf Beowulfs mit Grendel. Jahresbericht of the Realschule at Forbach, 1881.

Thorpe, B. —The Anglo-Saxon Poems of Beowulf, the Scôp or Gleeman’s Tale, and the Fight at Finnsburg. Oxford, 1855. English translation in short lines, generally containing two stresses.

Sandras, G.S. —De carminibus Cædmoni adjudicatis. Paris, 1859. An extract from Beowulf, with Latin translation.

Kemble, J.M. —The Anglo-Saxon Poems of Beowulf, the Traveller’s Song, and the Battle of Finnsburg. London, 1833. The second edition contains a prose translation of Beowulf.

Garnett, J.M. —Beowulf: an Anglo-Saxon Poem, and the Fight at Finnsburg. Boston, 1882. An accurate line-for-line translation, using alliteration occasionally, and sometimes assuming a metrical cadence.

Conybeare, J.J. —Illustrations of Anglo-Saxon Poetry. London, 1826. Full Latin translation, and some passages translated into English blank-verse.

Arnold, Thomas. —Beowulf. A heroic poem of the eighth century. London, 1876. With English translation. Prose.

Yrmenlaf .—Younger brother of Æschere, the hero whose death grieved Hrothgar so deeply.— 21 4 .

Wylfings .—A people to whom belonged Heatholaf, who was slain by Ecgtheow.— 8 6 ; 8 16 .

Wulfgar .—Lord of the Wendels, and retainer of Hrothgar.— 6 18 ; 6 30 .

Wulf .—Son of Wonred. Engaged in the battle between Higelac’s and Ongentheow’s forces, and had a hand-to-hand fight with Ongentheow himself. Ongentheow disables him, and is thereupon slain by Eofor.— 41 19 ; 41 29 .

Wonred .—Father of Wulf and Eofor.— 41 20 ; 41 26 .

Wiglaf .—Son of Wihstan, and related to Beowulf. He remains faithful to Beowulf in the fatal struggle with the fire-drake. Would rather die than leave his lord in his dire emergency.— 36 1 ; 36 3 ; 36 28 .

Whale’s Ness .—A prominent promontory, on which Beowulf’s mound was built.— 38 52 ; 42 76 .

Weohstan , or Wihstan .—A Wægmunding, and father of Wiglaf.— 36 1 .

Wealhtheow .—Wife of Hrothgar. Her queenly courtesy is well shown in the poem.— 10 55 .

Wendels .—The people of Wulfgar, Hrothgar’s messenger and retainer. (Perhaps = Vandals.)— 6 30 .

Wayland .—A fabulous smith mentioned in this poem and in other old Teutonic literature.— 7 83 .

Weders .—Another name for Geats or Wedergeats.

Wægmunding .—A name occasionally applied to Wiglaf and Beowulf, and perhaps derived from a common ancestor, Wægmund.— 36 6 ; 38 61 .

Unferth .—Son of Ecglaf, and seemingly a confidential courtier of Hrothgar. Taunts Beowulf for having taken part in the swimming-match. Lends Beowulf his sword when he goes to look for Grendel’s mother. In the MS. sometimes written Hunferth . 9 1 ; 18 41 .

Thrytho .—Wife of Offa, king of the Angles. Known for her fierce and unwomanly disposition. She is introduced as a contrast to the gentle Hygd, queen of Higelac.— 28 42 ; 28 56 .

Swedes .—People of Sweden, ruled by the Scylfings.— 35 13 .

Swerting .—Grandfather of Higelac, and father of Hrethel.— 19 11 .

Sigemund .—Son of Wæls, and uncle and father of Fitela. His struggle with a dragon is related in connection with Beowulf’s deeds of prowess.— 14 38 ; 14 47 .

Scylfings .—A Swedish royal line to which Wiglaf belonged.— 36 2 .

Scyldings .—The descendants of Scyld. They are also called Honor-Scyldings, Victory-Scyldings, War-Scyldings, etc. (See ‘Danes,’ above.)— 2 1 ; 7 1 ; 8 1 .

Scyld .—Founder of the dynasty to which Hrothgar, his father, and grandfather belonged. He dies, and his body is put on a vessel, and set adrift. He goes from Daneland just as he had come to it—in a bark.— 1 4 ; 1 19 ; 1 27 .

Scefing .—Applied ( 1 4 ) to Scyld, and meaning ‘son of Scef.’

Ravenswood .—The forest near which Hæthcyn was slain.— 40 31 ; 40 41 .

Ongentheow .—King of Sweden, of the Scylfing dynasty. Married, perhaps, Elan, daughter of Healfdene.— 35 26 ; 41 16 .

Ohthere .—Son of Ongentheow, king of the Swedes. He is father of Eanmund and Eadgils.— 40 35 ; 40 39 .

Offa .—King of the Angles, and son of Garmund. Marries the terrible Thrytho who is so strongly contrasted with Hygd.— 28 59 ; 28 66 .

Merewing .—A Frankish king, probably engaged in the war in which Higelac was slain.— 40 29 .

Lafing .—Name of a famous sword presented to Hengest by Hun.— 18 19 .

Ingwins .—Another name for the Danes.— 16 52 ; 20 69 .

Ingeld .—Son of the Heathobard king, Froda. Marries Hrothgar’s daughter, Freaware, in order to reconcile the two peoples.— 29 62 ; 30 32 .

Hygd .—Wife of Higelac, and daughter of Hæreth. There are some indications that she married Beowulf after she became a widow.— 28 37 .

Hygelac , Higelac .—King of the Geats, uncle and liegelord of Beowulf, the hero of the poem.—His second wife is the lovely Hygd, daughter of Hæreth. The son of their union is Heardred. Is slain in a war with the Hugs, Franks, and Frisians combined. Beowulf is regent, and afterwards king of the Geats.— 4 6 ; 5 4 ; 28 34 ; 29 9 ; 29 21 ; 31 56 .

Hunferth .—Sometimes used for Unferth.

Hun .—A Frisian warrior, probably general of the Hetwars. Gives Hengest a beautiful sword.— 18 19 .

Hugs .—A race in alliance with the Franks and Frisians at the time of Higelac’s fall.— 35 41 .

Hrothulf .—Probably a son of Halga, younger brother of Hrothgar. Certainly on terms of close intimacy in Hrothgar’s palace.— 16 26 ; 18 57 .

Hrothgar .—The Danish king who built the hall Heort, but was long unable to enjoy it on account of Grendel’s persecutions. Marries Wealhtheow, a Helming lady. Has two sons and a daughter. Is a typical Teutonic king, lavish of gifts. A devoted liegelord, as his lamentations over slain liegemen prove. Also very appreciative of kindness, as is shown by his loving gratitude to Beowulf.— 2 9 ; 2 12 ; 4 1 ; 8 10 ; 15 1 ; etc., etc.

Hreosna-beorh .—A promontory in Geat-land, near which Ohthere’s sons made plundering raids.— 35 18 .

Hrethmen .—Another name for the Danes.— 7 73 .

Hrethla .—Once used for Hrethel.— 7 82 .

Hrethel .—King of the Geats, father of Higelac, and grandfather of Beowulf.— 7 4 ; 34 39 .

Hoce .—Father of Hildeburg and probably of Hnæf.— 17 26 .

Hondscio .—One of Beowulf’s companions. Killed by Grendel just before Beowulf grappled with that monster.— 30 43 .

Hnæf .—Leader of a branch of the Danes called Half-Danes. Killed in the struggle at Finn’s castle.— 17 19 ; 17 61 .

Hildeburg .—Wife of Finn, daughter of Hoce, and related to Hnæf,—probably his sister.— 17 21 ; 18 34 .

Heort , Heorot .—The great mead-hall which King Hrothgar builds. It is invaded by Grendel for twelve years. Finally cleansed by Beowulf, the Geat. It is called Heort on account of the hart-antlers which decorate it.— 2 25 ; 3 32 ; 3 52 .

Hereward .—Son of the above.— 31 17 .

Heorogar .—Elder brother of Hrothgar, and surnamed ‘Weoroda Ræswa,’ Prince of the Troopers.— 2 9 ; 8 12 .

Heathoremes .—The people on whose shores Breca is cast by the waves during his contest with Beowulf.— 9 21 .

Heathobards .—Race of Lombards, of which Froda is king. After Froda falls in battle with the Danes, Ingeld, his son, marries Hrothgar’s daughter, Freaware, in order to heal the feud.— 30 1 ; 30 6 .

Heardred .—Son of Higelac and Hygd, king and queen of the Geats. Succeeds his father, with Beowulf as regent. Is slain by the sons of Ohthere.— 31 56 ; 33 63 ; 33 75 .

Healfdene .—Grandson of Scyld and father of Hrothgar. Ruled the Danes long and well.— 2 5 ; 4 1 ; 8 14 .

Hetwars .—Another name for the Franks.— 33 51 .

Hereric .—Referred to as uncle of Heardred, but otherwise unknown.— 31 60 .

Heremod .—A Danish king of a dynasty before the Scylding line. Was a source of great sorrow to his people.— 14 64 ; 25 59 .

Herebeald .—Eldest son of Hrethel, the Geatish king, and brother of Higelac. Killed by his younger brother Hæthcyn.— 34 43 ; 34 47 .

Hengest .—A Danish leader. Takes command on the fall of Hnæf.— 17 33 ; 17 41 .

Heming .—A kinsman of Garmund, perhaps nephew.— 28 54 ; 28 70 .

Helmings .—The race to which Queen Wealhtheow belonged.— 10 63 .

Hæthcyn .—Son of Hrethel and brother of Higelac. Kills his brother Herebeald accidentally. Is slain at Ravenswood, fighting against Ongentheow.— 34 43 ; 35 23 ; 40 32 .

Hama .—Takes the Brosinga mene from Eormenric.— 19 7 .

Halga .—Surnamed the Good. Younger brother of Hrothgar.— 2 9 .

Half-Danes .—Branch of the Danes to which Hnæf belonged.— 17 19 .

Grendel .—A monster of the race of Cain. Dwells in the fens and moors. Is furiously envious when he hears sounds of joy in Hrothgar’s palace. Causes the king untold agony for years. Is finally conquered by Beowulf, and dies of his wound. His hand and arm are hung up in Hrothgar’s hall Heorot. His head is cut off by Beowulf when he goes down to fight with Grendel’s mother.— 2 50 ; 3 1 ; 3 13 ; 8 19 ; 11 17 ; 12 2 ; 13 27 ; 15 3 .

Gepids .—Named in connection with the Danes and Swedes.— 35 34 .

Froda .—King of the Heathobards, and father of Ingeld.— 29 62 .

Freaware .—Daughter of King Hrothgar. Married to Ingeld, a Heathobard prince.— 29 60 ; 30 32 .

Frisians .—A part of them are ruled by Finn. Some of them were engaged in the struggle in which Higelac was slain.— 17 20 ; 17 42 ; 17 52 ; 40 21 .

Franks .—Introduced occasionally in referring to the death of Higelac.— 19 19 ; 40 21 ; 40 24 .

Fitela .—Son and nephew of King Sigemund, whose praises are sung in XIV.— 14 42 ; 14 53 .

Fin-land .—The country to which Beowulf was driven by the currents in his swimming-match.— 10 22 .

Finn .—King of the North-Frisians and the Jutes. Marries Hildeburg. At his court takes place the horrible slaughter in which the Danish general, Hnæf, fell. Later on, Finn himself is slain by Danish warriors.— 17 18 ; 17 30 ; 17 44 ; 18 4 ; 18 23 .

Eomær .—Son of Offa and Thrytho, king and queen of the Angles.— 28 69 .

Eormenric .—A Gothic king, from whom Hama took away the famous Brosinga mene.— 19 9 .

Eofor .—A Geatish hero who slays Ongentheow in war, and is rewarded by Hygelac with the hand of his only daughter.— 41 18 ; 41 48 .

Eanmund .—Son of Ohthere and brother of Eadgils. The reference to these brothers is vague, and variously understood. Heyne supposes as follows: Raising a revolt against their father, they are obliged to leave Sweden. They go to the land of the Geats; with what intention, is not known, but probably to conquer and plunder. The Geatish king, Heardred, is slain by one of the brothers, probably Eanmund.— 36 10 ; 31 54 to 31 60 ; 33 66 to 34 6 .

Eadgils .—Son of Ohthere and brother of Eanmund.— 34 2 .

Eagle Cape .—A promontory in Geat-land, under which took place Beowulf’s last encounter.— 41 87 .

Elan .—Sister of Hrothgar, and probably wife of Ongentheow, king of the Swedes.— 2 10 .

Ecgwela .—A king of the Danes before Scyld.— 25 60 .

Ecgtheow .—Father of Beowulf, the hero of the poem. A widely-known Wægmunding warrior. Marries Hrethel’s daughter. After slaying Heatholaf, a Wylfing, he flees his country.— 7 3 ; 5 6 ; 8 4 .

Ecglaf .—Father of Unferth, who taunts Beowulf.— 9 1 .

Dæghrefn .—A warrior of the Hugs, killed by Beowulf.— 35 40 .

Cain .—Progenitor of Grendel and other monsters.— 2 56 ; 20 11 .

Brosinga mene .—A famous collar once owned by the Brosings.— 19 7 .

Beowulf .—The hero of the poem. Sprung from the stock of Geats, son of Ecgtheow. Brought up by his maternal grandfather Hrethel, and figuring in manhood as a devoted liegeman of his uncle Higelac. A hero from his youth. Has the strength of thirty men. Engages in a swimming-match with Breca. Goes to the help of Hrothgar against the monster Grendel. Vanquishes Grendel and his mother. Afterwards becomes king of the Geats. Late in life attempts to kill a fire-spewing dragon, and is slain. Is buried with great honors. His memorial mound.— 6 26 ; 7 2 ; 7 9 ; 9 3 ; 9 8 ; 12 28 ; 12 43 ; 23 1 , etc.

Beowulf .—Son of Scyld, the founder of the dynasty of Scyldings. Father of Healfdene, and grandfather of Hrothgar.— 1 18 ; 2 1 .

Æschere .—Confidential friend of King Hrothgar. Elder brother of Yrmenlaf. Killed by Grendel.— 21 3 ; 30 89 .

[The figures refer to the divisions of the poem in which the respective names occur. The large figures refer to fitts, the small, to lines in the fitts.]

WIELDER.—Ruler. Often used of God; also in compounds, as ‘Wielder of Glory,’ ‘Wielder of Worship.’

WHILOM.—At times, formerly, often.

WEB.—Tapestry (that which is ‘woven’).

MERE.—Sea; in compounds, ‘mere-ways,’ ‘mere-currents,’ etc.

HIMSEEMED.—(It) seemed to him.

HOLM.—Ocean, curved surface of the sea.

HEFT.—Handle, hilt; used by synecdoche for ‘sword.’

[1]

BEOWULF.

I. THE LIFE AND DEATH OF SCYLD. The famous race of Spear-Danes. Lo! the Spear-Danes’ glory through splendid achievements The folk-kings’ former fame we have heard of, How princes displayed then their prowess-in-battle. Scyld, their mighty king, in honor of whom they are often called Scyldings. He is the great-grandfather of Hrothgar, so prominent in the poem. Oft Scyld the Scefing from scathers in numbers 5 From many a people their mead-benches tore. Since first he found him friendless and wretched, The earl had had terror: comfort he got for it, Waxed ’neath the welkin, world-honor gained, Till all his neighbors o’er sea were compelled to 10 Bow to his bidding and bring him their tribute: An excellent atheling! After was borne him A son is born to him, who receives the name of Beowulf—a name afterwards made so famous by the hero of the poem. A son and heir, young in his dwelling, Whom God-Father sent to solace the people. He had marked the misery malice had caused them, 15 That reaved of their rulers they wretched had erstwhile Long been afflicted. The Lord, in requital, Wielder of Glory, with world-honor blessed him. Famed was Beowulf, far spread the glory Of Scyld’s great son in the lands of the Danemen. [2] The ideal Teutonic king lavishes gifts on his vassals. 20 So the carle that is young, by kindnesses rendered The friends of his father, with fees in abundance Must be able to earn that when age approacheth Eager companions aid him requitingly, When war assaults him serve him as liegemen: 25 By praise-worthy actions must honor be got ’Mong all of the races. At the hour that was fated Scyld dies at the hour appointed by Fate. Scyld then departed to the All-Father’s keeping Warlike to wend him; away then they bare him To the flood of the current, his fond-loving comrades, 30 As himself he had bidden, while the friend of the Scyldings Word-sway wielded, and the well-lovèd land-prince Long did rule them. The ring-stemmèd vessel, Bark of the atheling, lay there at anchor, Icy in glimmer and eager for sailing; By his own request, his body is laid on a vessel and wafted seaward. 35 The belovèd leader laid they down there, Giver of rings, on the breast of the vessel, The famed by the mainmast. A many of jewels, Of fretted embossings, from far-lands brought over, Was placed near at hand then; and heard I not ever 40 That a folk ever furnished a float more superbly With weapons of warfare, weeds for the battle, Bills and burnies; on his bosom sparkled Many a jewel that with him must travel On the flush of the flood afar on the current. 45 And favors no fewer they furnished him soothly, Excellent folk-gems, than others had given him He leaves Daneland on the breast of a bark. Who when first he was born outward did send him Lone on the main, the merest of infants: And a gold-fashioned standard they stretched under heaven [3] 50 High o’er his head, let the holm-currents bear him, Seaward consigned him: sad was their spirit, Their mood very mournful. Men are not able No one knows whither the boat drifted. Soothly to tell us, they in halls who reside, Heroes under heaven, to what haven he hied.

II. SCYLD’S SUCCESSORS.—HROTHGAR’S GREAT MEAD-HALL. Beowulf succeeds his father Scyld In the boroughs then Beowulf, bairn of the Scyldings, Belovèd land-prince, for long-lasting season Was famed mid the folk (his father departed, The prince from his dwelling), till afterward sprang 5 Great-minded Healfdene; the Danes in his lifetime He graciously governed, grim-mooded, agèd. Healfdene’s birth. Four bairns of his body born in succession Woke in the world, war-troopers’ leader Heorogar, Hrothgar, and Halga the good; 10 Heard I that Elan was Ongentheow’s consort, He has three sons—one of them, Hrothgar—and a daughter named Elan. Hrothgar becomes a mighty king. The well-beloved bedmate of the War-Scylfing leader. Then glory in battle to Hrothgar was given, Waxing of war-fame, that willingly kinsmen Obeyed his bidding, till the boys grew to manhood, 15 A numerous band. It burned in his spirit To urge his folk to found a great building, A mead-hall grander than men of the era He is eager to build a great hall in which he may feast his retainers Ever had heard of, and in it to share With young and old all of the blessings 20 The Lord had allowed him, save life and retainers. Then the work I find afar was assigned [4] To many races in middle-earth’s regions, To adorn the great folk-hall. In due time it happened Early ’mong men, that ’twas finished entirely, 25 The greatest of hall-buildings; Heorot he named it The hall is completed, and is called Heort, or Heorot. Who wide-reaching word-sway wielded ’mong earlmen. His promise he brake not, rings he lavished, Treasure at banquet. Towered the hall up High and horn-crested, huge between antlers: 30 It battle-waves bided, the blasting fire-demon; Ere long then from hottest hatred must sword-wrath Arise for a woman’s husband and father. Then the mighty war-spirit endured for a season, The Monster Grendel is madly envious of the Danemen’s joy. Bore it bitterly, he who bided in darkness, 35 That light-hearted laughter loud in the building Greeted him daily; there was dulcet harp-music, Clear song of the singer. He said that was able [The course of the story is interrupted by a short reference to some old account of the creation.] To tell from of old earthmen’s beginnings, That Father Almighty earth had created, 40 The winsome wold that the water encircleth, Set exultingly the sun’s and the moon’s beams To lavish their lustre on land-folk and races, And earth He embellished in all her regions With limbs and leaves; life He bestowed too 45 On all the kindreds that live under heaven. The glee of the warriors is overcast by a horrible dread. So blessed with abundance, brimming with joyance, The warriors abided, till a certain one gan to Dog them with deeds of direfullest malice, A foe in the hall-building: this horrible stranger 50 Was Grendel entitled, the march-stepper famous Who dwelt in the moor-fens, the marsh and the fastness; The wan-mooded being abode for a season [5] In the land of the giants, when the Lord and Creator Had banned him and branded. For that bitter murder, 55 The killing of Abel, all-ruling Father Cain is referred to as a progenitor of Grendel, and of monsters in general. The kindred of Cain crushed with His vengeance; In the feud He rejoiced not, but far away drove him From kindred and kind, that crime to atone for, Meter of Justice. Thence ill-favored creatures, 60 Elves and giants, monsters of ocean, Came into being, and the giants that longtime Grappled with God; He gave them requital.

III. GRENDEL THE MURDERER. Grendel attacks the sleeping heroes When the sun was sunken, he set out to visit The lofty hall-building, how the Ring-Danes had used it For beds and benches when the banquet was over. Then he found there reposing many a noble 5 Asleep after supper; sorrow the heroes, Misery knew not. The monster of evil Greedy and cruel tarried but little, He drags off thirty of them, and devours them Fell and frantic, and forced from their slumbers Thirty of thanemen; thence he departed 10 Leaping and laughing, his lair to return to, With surfeit of slaughter sallying homeward. In the dusk of the dawning, as the day was just breaking, Was Grendel’s prowess revealed to the warriors: A cry of agony goes up, when Grendel’s horrible deed is fully realized. Then, his meal-taking finished, a moan was uplifted, 15 Morning-cry mighty. The man-ruler famous, The long-worthy atheling, sat very woful, Suffered great sorrow, sighed for his liegemen, [6] When they had seen the track of the hateful pursuer, The spirit accursèd: too crushing that sorrow, The monster returns the next night. 20 Too loathsome and lasting. Not longer he tarried, But one night after continued his slaughter Shameless and shocking, shrinking but little From malice and murder; they mastered him fully. He was easy to find then who otherwhere looked for 25 A pleasanter place of repose in the lodges, A bed in the bowers. Then was brought to his notice Told him truly by token apparent The hall-thane’s hatred: he held himself after Further and faster who the foeman did baffle. 30 So ruled he and strongly strove against justice Lone against all men, till empty uptowered King Hrothgar’s agony and suspense last twelve years. The choicest of houses. Long was the season: Twelve-winters’ time torture suffered The friend of the Scyldings, every affliction, 35 Endless agony; hence it after became Certainly known to the children of men Sadly in measures, that long against Hrothgar Grendel struggled:—his grudges he cherished, Murderous malice, many a winter, 40 Strife unremitting, and peacefully wished he Life-woe to lift from no liegeman at all of The men of the Dane-folk, for money to settle, No counsellor needed count for a moment [7] On handsome amends at the hands of the murderer; Grendel is unremitting in his persecutions. 45 The monster of evil fiercely did harass, The ill-planning death-shade, both elder and younger, Trapping and tricking them. He trod every night then The mist-covered moor-fens; men do not know where Witches and wizards wander and ramble. 50 So the foe of mankind many of evils Grievous injuries, often accomplished, Horrible hermit; Heort he frequented, Gem-bedecked palace, when night-shades had fallen God is against the monster. (Since God did oppose him, not the throne could he touch, 55 The light-flashing jewel, love of Him knew not). ’Twas a fearful affliction to the friend of the Scyldings The king and his council deliberate in vain. Soul-crushing sorrow. Not seldom in private Sat the king in his council; conference held they What the braves should determine ’gainst terrors unlooked for. They invoke the aid of their gods. 60 At the shrines of their idols often they promised Gifts and offerings, earnestly prayed they The devil from hell would help them to lighten Their people’s oppression. Such practice they used then, Hope of the heathen; hell they remembered 65 In innermost spirit, God they knew not, The true God they do not know. Judge of their actions, All-wielding Ruler, No praise could they give the Guardian of Heaven, The Wielder of Glory. Woe will be his who Through furious hatred his spirit shall drive to 70 The clutch of the fire, no comfort shall look for, Wax no wiser; well for the man who, Living his life-days, his Lord may face And find defence in his Father’s embrace!

[8] IV. BEOWULF GOES TO HROTHGAR’S ASSISTANCE. Hrothgar sees no way of escape from the persecutions of Grendel. So Healfdene’s kinsman constantly mused on His long-lasting sorrow; the battle-thane clever Was not anywise able evils to ’scape from: Too crushing the sorrow that came to the people, 5 Loathsome and lasting the life-grinding torture, Beowulf, the Geat, hero of the poem, hears of Hrothgar’s sorrow, and resolves to go to his assistance. Greatest of night-woes. So Higelac’s liegeman, Good amid Geatmen, of Grendel’s achievements Heard in his home: of heroes then living He was stoutest and strongest, sturdy and noble. 10 He bade them prepare him a bark that was trusty; He said he the war-king would seek o’er the ocean, The folk-leader noble, since he needed retainers. For the perilous project prudent companions Chided him little, though loving him dearly; 15 They egged the brave atheling, augured him glory. With fourteen carefully chosen companions, he sets out for Dane-land. The excellent knight from the folk of the Geatmen Had liegemen selected, likest to prove them Trustworthy warriors; with fourteen companions The vessel he looked for; a liegeman then showed them, 20 A sea-crafty man, the bounds of the country. Fast the days fleeted; the float was a-water, The craft by the cliff. Clomb to the prow then Well-equipped warriors: the wave-currents twisted The sea on the sand; soldiers then carried 25 On the breast of the vessel bright-shining jewels, Handsome war-armor; heroes outshoved then, Warmen the wood-ship, on its wished-for adventure. [9] The vessel sails like a bird The foamy-necked floater fanned by the breeze, Likest a bird, glided the waters, In twenty four hours they reach the shores of Hrothgar’s dominions 30 Till twenty and four hours thereafter The twist-stemmed vessel had traveled such distance That the sailing-men saw the sloping embankments, The sea cliffs gleaming, precipitous mountains, Nesses enormous : they were nearing the limits 35 At the end of the ocean. Up thence quickly The men of the Weders clomb to the mainland, Fastened their vessel (battle weeds rattled, War burnies clattered), the Wielder they thanked That the ways o’er the waters had waxen so gentle. They are hailed by the Danish coast guard 40 Then well from the cliff edge the guard of the Scyldings Who the sea-cliffs should see to, saw o’er the gangway Brave ones bearing beauteous targets, Armor all ready, anxiously thought he, Musing and wondering what men were approaching. 45 High on his horse then Hrothgar’s retainer Turned him to coastward, mightily brandished His lance in his hands, questioned with boldness. His challenge “Who are ye men here, mail-covered warriors Clad in your corslets, come thus a-driving 50 A high riding ship o’er the shoals of the waters, And hither ’neath helmets have hied o’er the ocean? [10] I have been strand-guard, standing as warden, Lest enemies ever anywise ravage Danish dominions with army of war-ships. 55 More boldly never have warriors ventured Hither to come; of kinsmen’s approval, Word-leave of warriors, I ween that ye surely He is struck by Beowulf’s appearance. Nothing have known. Never a greater one Of earls o’er the earth have I had a sight of 60 Than is one of your number, a hero in armor; No low-ranking fellow adorned with his weapons, But launching them little, unless looks are deceiving, And striking appearance. Ere ye pass on your journey As treacherous spies to the land of the Scyldings 65 And farther fare, I fully must know now What race ye belong to. Ye far-away dwellers, Sea-faring sailors, my simple opinion Hear ye and hearken: haste is most fitting Plainly to tell me what place ye are come from.”

V. THE GEATS REACH HEOROT. Beowulf courteously replies. The chief of the strangers rendered him answer, War-troopers’ leader, and word-treasure opened: We are Geats. “We are sprung from the lineage of the people of Geatland, And Higelac’s hearth-friends. To heroes unnumbered My father Ecgtheow was well-known in his day. 5 My father was known, a noble head-warrior Ecgtheow titled; many a winter He lived with the people, ere he passed on his journey, Old from his dwelling; each of the counsellors Widely mid world-folk well remembers him. Our intentions towards King Hrothgar are of the kindest. 10 We, kindly of spirit, the lord of thy people, The son of King Healfdene, have come here to visit, [11] Folk-troop’s defender: be free in thy counsels! To the noble one bear we a weighty commission, The helm of the Danemen; we shall hide, I ween, Is it true that a monster is slaying Danish heroes? 15 Naught of our message. Thou know’st if it happen, As we soothly heard say, that some savage despoiler, Some hidden pursuer, on nights that are murky By deeds very direful ’mid the Danemen exhibits Hatred unheard of, horrid destruction 20 And the falling of dead. From feelings least selfish I can help your king to free himself from this horrible creature. I am able to render counsel to Hrothgar, How he, wise and worthy, may worst the destroyer, If the anguish of sorrow should ever be lessened, Comfort come to him, and care-waves grow cooler, 25 Or ever hereafter he agony suffer And troublous distress, while towereth upward The handsomest of houses high on the summit.” The coast-guard reminds Beowulf that it is easier to say than to do. Bestriding his stallion, the strand-watchman answered, The doughty retainer: “The difference surely 30 ’Twixt words and works, the warlike shield-bearer Who judgeth wisely well shall determine. This band, I hear, beareth no malice I am satisfied of your good intentions, and shall lead you to the palace. To the prince of the Scyldings. Pass ye then onward With weapons and armor. I shall lead you in person; 35 To my war-trusty vassals command I shall issue To keep from all injury your excellent vessel, Your boat shall be well cared for during your stay here. Your fresh-tarred craft, ’gainst every opposer Close by the sea-shore, till the curved-neckèd bark shall Waft back again the well-beloved hero 40 O’er the way of the water to Weder dominions. He again compliments Beowulf. To warrior so great ’twill be granted sure In the storm of strife to stand secure.” Onward they fared then (the vessel lay quiet, The broad-bosomed bark was bound by its cable, [12] 45 Firmly at anchor); the boar-signs glistened Bright on the visors vivid with gilding, Blaze-hardened, brilliant; the boar acted warden. The heroes hastened, hurried the liegemen, The land is perhaps rolling. Descended together, till they saw the great palace, 50 The well-fashioned wassail-hall wondrous and gleaming: Heorot flashes on their view. ’Mid world-folk and kindreds that was widest reputed Of halls under heaven which the hero abode in; Its lustre enlightened lands without number. Then the battle-brave hero showed them the glittering 55 Court of the bold ones, that they easily thither Might fare on their journey; the aforementioned warrior Turning his courser, quoth as he left them: The coast-guard, having discharged his duty, bids them God-speed. “’Tis time I were faring; Father Almighty Grant you His grace, and give you to journey 60 Safe on your mission! To the sea I will get me ’Gainst hostile warriors as warden to stand.”

VI. BEOWULF INTRODUCES HIMSELF AT THE PALACE. The highway glistened with many-hued pebble, A by-path led the liegemen together. Firm and hand-locked the war-burnie glistened, The ring-sword radiant rang ’mid the armor 5 As the party was approaching the palace together They set their arms and armor against the wall. In warlike equipments. ’Gainst the wall of the building Their wide-fashioned war-shields they weary did set then, [13] Battle-shields sturdy; benchward they turned then; Their battle-sarks rattled, the gear of the heroes; 10 The lances stood up then, all in a cluster, The arms of the seamen, ashen-shafts mounted With edges of iron: the armor-clad troopers A Danish hero asks them whence and why they are come. Were decked with weapons. Then a proud-mooded hero Asked of the champions questions of lineage: 15 “From what borders bear ye your battle-shields plated, Gilded and gleaming, your gray-colored burnies, Helmets with visors and heap of war-lances?— To Hrothgar the king I am servant and liegeman. ’Mong folk from far-lands found I have never He expresses no little admiration for the strangers. 20 Men so many of mien more courageous. I ween that from valor, nowise as outlaws, But from greatness of soul ye sought for King Hrothgar.” Beowulf replies. Then the strength-famous earlman answer rendered, The proud-mooded Wederchief replied to his question, We are Higelac’s table-companions, and bear an important commission to your prince. 25 Hardy ’neath helmet: “Higelac’s mates are we; Beowulf hight I. To the bairn of Healfdene, The famous folk-leader, I freely will tell To thy prince my commission, if pleasantly hearing He’ll grant we may greet him so gracious to all men.” 30 Wulfgar replied then (he was prince of the Wendels, His boldness of spirit was known unto many, His prowess and prudence): “The prince of the Scyldings, Wulfgar, the thane, says that he will go and ask Hrothgar whether he will see the strangers. The friend-lord of Danemen, I will ask of thy journey, The giver of rings, as thou urgest me do it, 35 The folk-chief famous, and inform thee early What answer the good one mindeth to render me.” He turned then hurriedly where Hrothgar was sitting, Old and hoary, his earlmen attending him; The strength-famous went till he stood at the shoulder 40 Of the lord of the Danemen, of courteous thanemen The custom he minded. Wulfgar addressed then His friendly liegelord: “Folk of the Geatmen [14] He thereupon urges his liegelord to receive the visitors courteously. O’er the way of the waters are wafted hither, Faring from far-lands: the foremost in rank 45 The battle-champions Beowulf title. They make this petition: with thee, O my chieftain, To be granted a conference; O gracious King Hrothgar, Friendly answer refuse not to give them! Hrothgar, too, is struck with Beowulf’s appearance. In war-trappings weeded worthy they seem 50 Of earls to be honored; sure the atheling is doughty Who headed the heroes hitherward coming.”

VII. HROTHGAR AND BEOWULF. Hrothgar remembers Beowulf as a youth, and also remembers his father. Hrothgar answered, helm of the Scyldings: “I remember this man as the merest of striplings. His father long dead now was Ecgtheow titled, Him Hrethel the Geatman granted at home his 5 One only daughter; his battle-brave son Is come but now, sought a trustworthy friend. Seafaring sailors asserted it then, Beowulf is reported to have the strength of thirty men. Who valuable gift-gems of the Geatmen carried As peace-offering thither, that he thirty men’s grapple 10 Has in his hand, the hero-in-battle. God hath sent him to our rescue. The holy Creator usward sent him, To West-Dane warriors, I ween, for to render ’Gainst Grendel’s grimness gracious assistance: I shall give to the good one gift-gems for courage. 15 Hasten to bid them hither to speed them, To see assembled this circle of kinsmen; Tell them expressly they’re welcome in sooth to The men of the Danes.” To the door of the building [15] Wulfgar invites the strangers in. Wulfgar went then, this word-message shouted: 20 “My victorious liegelord bade me to tell you, The East-Danes’ atheling, that your origin knows he, And o’er wave-billows wafted ye welcome are hither, Valiant of spirit. Ye straightway may enter Clad in corslets, cased in your helmets, 25 To see King Hrothgar. Here let your battle-boards, Wood-spears and war-shafts, await your conferring.” The mighty one rose then, with many a liegeman, An excellent thane-group; some there did await them, And as bid of the brave one the battle-gear guarded. 30 Together they hied them, while the hero did guide them, ’Neath Heorot’s roof; the high-minded went then Sturdy ’neath helmet till he stood in the building. Beowulf spake (his burnie did glisten, His armor seamed over by the art of the craftsman): Beowulf salutes Hrothgar, and then proceeds to boast of his youthful achievements. 35 “Hail thou, Hrothgar! I am Higelac’s kinsman And vassal forsooth; many a wonder I dared as a stripling. The doings of Grendel, In far-off fatherland I fully did know of: Sea-farers tell us, this hall-building standeth, 40 Excellent edifice, empty and useless To all the earlmen after evenlight’s glimmer ’Neath heaven’s bright hues hath hidden its glory. This my earls then urged me, the most excellent of them, Carles very clever, to come and assist thee, 45 Folk-leader Hrothgar; fully they knew of His fight with the nickers. The strength of my body. Themselves they beheld me When I came from the contest, when covered with gore Foes I escaped from, where five I had bound, [16] The giant-race wasted, in the waters destroying 50 The nickers by night, bore numberless sorrows, The Weders avenged (woes had they suffered) Enemies ravaged; alone now with Grendel He intends to fight Grendel unaided. I shall manage the matter, with the monster of evil, The giant, decide it. Thee I would therefore 55 Beg of thy bounty, Bright-Danish chieftain, Lord of the Scyldings, this single petition: Not to refuse me, defender of warriors, Friend-lord of folks, so far have I sought thee, That I may unaided, my earlmen assisting me, 60 This brave-mooded war-band, purify Heorot. I have heard on inquiry, the horrible creature Since the monster uses no weapons, From veriest rashness recks not for weapons; I this do scorn then, so be Higelac gracious, My liegelord belovèd, lenient of spirit, 65 To bear a blade or a broad-fashioned target, A shield to the onset; only with hand-grip I, too, shall disdain to use any. The foe I must grapple, fight for my life then, Foeman with foeman; he fain must rely on The doom of the Lord whom death layeth hold of. Should he crush me, he will eat my companions as he has eaten thy thanes. 70 I ween he will wish, if he win in the struggle, To eat in the war-hall earls of the Geat-folk, Boldly to swallow them, as of yore he did often The best of the Hrethmen! Thou needest not trouble A head-watch to give me; he will have me dripping [17] In case of my defeat, thou wilt not have the trouble of burying me. 75 And dreary with gore, if death overtake me, Will bear me off bleeding, biting and mouthing me, The hermit will eat me, heedless of pity, Marking the moor-fens; no more wilt thou need then Should I fall, send my armor to my lord, King Higelac. Find me my food. If I fall in the battle, 80 Send to Higelac the armor that serveth To shield my bosom, the best of equipments, Richest of ring-mails; ’tis the relic of Hrethla, Weird is supreme The work of Wayland. Goes Weird as she must go!”

VIII. HROTHGAR AND BEOWULF.—Continued. Hrothgar responds. Hrothgar discoursed, helm of the Scyldings: “To defend our folk and to furnish assistance, Thou soughtest us hither, good friend Beowulf. Reminiscences of Beowulf’s father, Ecgtheow. The fiercest of feuds thy father engaged in, 5 Heatholaf killed he in hand-to-hand conflict ’Mid Wilfingish warriors; then the Wederish people For fear of a feud were forced to disown him. Thence flying he fled to the folk of the South-Danes, [18] The race of the Scyldings, o’er the roll of the waters; 10 I had lately begun then to govern the Danemen, The hoard-seat of heroes held in my youth, Rich in its jewels: dead was Heregar, My kinsman and elder had earth-joys forsaken, Healfdene his bairn. He was better than I am! 15 That feud thereafter for a fee I compounded; O’er the weltering waters to the Wilfings I sent Ornaments old; oaths did he swear me. Hrothgar recounts to Beowulf the horrors of Grendel’s persecutions. It pains me in spirit to any to tell it, What grief in Heorot Grendel hath caused me, 20 What horror unlooked-for, by hatred unceasing. Waned is my war-band, wasted my hall-troop; Weird hath offcast them to the clutches of Grendel. God can easily hinder the scather From deeds so direful. Oft drunken with beer My thanes have made many boasts, but have not executed them. 25 O’er the ale-vessel promised warriors in armor They would willingly wait on the wassailing-benches A grapple with Grendel, with grimmest of edges. Then this mead-hall at morning with murder was reeking, The building was bloody at breaking of daylight, 30 The bench-deals all flooded, dripping and bloodied, The folk-hall was gory: I had fewer retainers, Dear-beloved warriors, whom death had laid hold of. Sit down to the feast, and give us comfort. Sit at the feast now, thy intents unto heroes, Thy victor-fame show, as thy spirit doth urge thee!” A bench is made ready for Beowulf and his party. 35 For the men of the Geats then together assembled, In the beer-hall blithesome a bench was made ready; There warlike in spirit they went to be seated, Proud and exultant. A liegeman did service, [19] Who a beaker embellished bore with decorum, The gleeman sings 40 And gleaming-drink poured. The gleeman sang whilom The heroes all rejoice together. Hearty in Heorot; there was heroes’ rejoicing, A numerous war-band of Weders and Danemen.

IX. UNFERTH TAUNTS BEOWULF. Unferth, a thane of Hrothgar, is jealous of Beowulf, and undertakes to twit him. Unferth spoke up, Ecglaf his son, Who sat at the feet of the lord of the Scyldings, Opened the jousting (the journey of Beowulf, Sea-farer doughty, gave sorrow to Unferth 5 And greatest chagrin, too, for granted he never That any man else on earth should attain to, Gain under heaven, more glory than he): Did you take part in a swimming-match with Breca? “Art thou that Beowulf with Breca did struggle, On the wide sea-currents at swimming contended, 10 Where to humor your pride the ocean ye tried, ’Twas mere folly that actuated you both to risk your lives on the ocean. From vainest vaunting adventured your bodies In care of the waters? And no one was able Nor lief nor loth one, in the least to dissuade you Your difficult voyage; then ye ventured a-swimming, 15 Where your arms outstretching the streams ye did cover, The mere-ways measured, mixing and stirring them, Glided the ocean; angry the waves were, With the weltering of winter. In the water’s possession, Ye toiled for a seven-night; he at swimming outdid thee, 20 In strength excelled thee. Then early at morning On the Heathoremes’ shore the holm-currents tossed him, Sought he thenceward the home of his fathers, Beloved of his liegemen, the land of the Brondings, The peace-castle pleasant, where a people he wielded, [20] 25 Had borough and jewels. The pledge that he made thee Breca outdid you entirely. The son of Beanstan hath soothly accomplished. Then I ween thou wilt find thee less fortunate issue, Much more will Grendel outdo you, if you vie with him in prowess. Though ever triumphant in onset of battle, A grim grappling, if Grendel thou darest 30 For the space of a night near-by to wait for!” Beowulf retaliates. Beowulf answered, offspring of Ecgtheow: “My good friend Unferth, sure freely and wildly, O friend Unferth, you are fuddled with beer, and cannot talk coherently. Thou fuddled with beer of Breca hast spoken, Hast told of his journey! A fact I allege it, 35 That greater strength in the waters I had then, Ills in the ocean, than any man else had. We made agreement as the merest of striplings Promised each other (both of us then were We simply kept an engagement made in early life. Younkers in years) that we yet would adventure 40 Out on the ocean; it all we accomplished. While swimming the sea-floods, sword-blade unscabbarded Boldly we brandished, our bodies expected To shield from the sharks. He sure was unable He could not excel me, and I would not excel him. To swim on the waters further than I could, 45 More swift on the waves, nor would I from him go. Then we two companions stayed in the ocean After five days the currents separated us. Five nights together, till the currents did part us, The weltering waters, weathers the bleakest, And nethermost night, and the north-wind whistled 50 Fierce in our faces; fell were the billows. The mere fishes’ mood was mightily ruffled: And there against foemen my firm-knotted corslet, Hand-jointed, hardy, help did afford me; My battle-sark braided, brilliantly gilded, A horrible sea-beast attacked me, but I slew him. 55 Lay on my bosom. To the bottom then dragged me, A hateful fiend-scather, seized me and held me, Grim in his grapple: ’twas granted me, nathless, To pierce the monster with the point of my weapon, My obedient blade; battle offcarried 60 The mighty mere-creature by means of my hand-blow.

[21] X. BEOWULF SILENCES UNFERTH.—GLEE IS HIGH. “So ill-meaning enemies often did cause me Sorrow the sorest. I served them, in quittance, My dear sword always served me faithfully. With my dear-lovèd sword, as in sooth it was fitting; They missed the pleasure of feasting abundantly, 5 Ill-doers evil, of eating my body, Of surrounding the banquet deep in the ocean; But wounded with edges early at morning They were stretched a-high on the strand of the ocean, I put a stop to the outrages of the sea-monsters. Put to sleep with the sword, that sea-going travelers 10 No longer thereafter were hindered from sailing The foam-dashing currents. Came a light from the east, God’s beautiful beacon; the billows subsided, That well I could see the nesses projecting, Fortune helps the brave earl. The blustering crags. Weird often saveth 15 The undoomed hero if doughty his valor! But me did it fortune to fell with my weapon Nine of the nickers. Of night-struggle harder ’Neath dome of the heaven heard I but rarely, Nor of wight more woful in the waves of the ocean; 20 Yet I ’scaped with my life the grip of the monsters, After that escape I drifted to Finland. Weary from travel. Then the waters bare me To the land of the Finns, the flood with the current, I have never heard of your doing any such bold deeds. The weltering waves. Not a word hath been told me Of deeds so daring done by thee, Unferth, 25 And of sword-terror none; never hath Breca At the play of the battle, nor either of you two, Feat so fearless performèd with weapons Glinting and gleaming . . . . . . . . . . . . [22] . . . . . . . . . . . . I utter no boasting; You are a slayer of brothers, and will suffer damnation, wise as you may be. 30 Though with cold-blooded cruelty thou killedst thy brothers, Thy nearest of kin; thou needs must in hell get Direful damnation, though doughty thy wisdom. I tell thee in earnest, offspring of Ecglaf, Never had Grendel such numberless horrors, 35 The direful demon, done to thy liegelord, Harrying in Heorot, if thy heart were as sturdy, Had your acts been as brave as your words, Grendel had not ravaged your land so long. Thy mood as ferocious as thou dost describe them. He hath found out fully that the fierce-burning hatred, The edge-battle eager, of all of your kindred, 40 Of the Victory-Scyldings, need little dismay him: Oaths he exacteth, not any he spares The monster is not afraid of the Danes, Of the folk of the Danemen, but fighteth with pleasure, Killeth and feasteth, no contest expecteth but he will soon learn to dread the Geats. From Spear-Danish people. But the prowess and valor 45 Of the earls of the Geatmen early shall venture To give him a grapple. He shall go who is able Bravely to banquet, when the bright-light of morning On the second day, any warrior may go unmolested to the mead-banquet. Which the second day bringeth, the sun in its ether-robes, O’er children of men shines from the southward!” 50 Then the gray-haired, war-famed giver of treasure Hrothgar’s spirits are revived. Was blithesome and joyous, the Bright-Danish ruler Expected assistance; the people’s protector The old king trusts Beowulf. The heroes are joyful. Heard from Beowulf his bold resolution. There was laughter of heroes; loud was the clatter, 55 The words were winsome. Wealhtheow advanced then, Queen Wealhtheow plays the hostess. Consort of Hrothgar, of courtesy mindful, Gold-decked saluted the men in the building, And the freeborn woman the beaker presented She offers the cup to her husband first. To the lord of the kingdom, first of the East-Danes, 60 Bade him be blithesome when beer was a-flowing, Lief to his liegemen; he lustily tasted Of banquet and beaker, battle-famed ruler. The Helmingish lady then graciously circled ’Mid all the liegemen lesser and greater: [23] She gives presents to the heroes. 65 Treasure-cups tendered, till time was afforded That the decorous-mooded, diademed folk-queen Then she offers the cup to Beowulf, thanking God that aid has come. Might bear to Beowulf the bumper o’errunning; She greeted the Geat-prince, God she did thank, Most wise in her words, that her wish was accomplished, 70 That in any of earlmen she ever should look for Solace in sorrow. He accepted the beaker, Battle-bold warrior, at Wealhtheow’s giving, Beowulf states to the queen the object of his visit. Then equipped for combat quoth he in measures, Beowulf spake, offspring of Ecgtheow: 75 “I purposed in spirit when I mounted the ocean, I determined to do or die. When I boarded my boat with a band of my liegemen, I would work to the fullest the will of your people Or in foe’s-clutches fastened fall in the battle. Deeds I shall do of daring and prowess, 80 Or the last of my life-days live in this mead-hall.” These words to the lady were welcome and pleasing, The boast of the Geatman; with gold trappings broidered Went the freeborn folk-queen her fond-lord to sit by. Glee is high. Then again as of yore was heard in the building 85 Courtly discussion, conquerors’ shouting, Heroes were happy, till Healfdene’s son would Go to his slumber to seek for refreshing; For the horrid hell-monster in the hall-building knew he A fight was determined, since the light of the sun they 90 No longer could see, and lowering darkness O’er all had descended, and dark under heaven Shadowy shapes came shying around them. Hrothgar retires, leaving Beowulf in charge of the hall. The liegemen all rose then. One saluted the other, Hrothgar Beowulf, in rhythmical measures, 95 Wishing him well, and, the wassail-hall giving To his care and keeping, quoth he departing: [24] “Not to any one else have I ever entrusted, But thee and thee only, the hall of the Danemen, Since high I could heave my hand and my buckler. 100 Take thou in charge now the noblest of houses; Be mindful of honor, exhibiting prowess, Watch ’gainst the foeman! Thou shalt want no enjoyments, Survive thou safely adventure so glorious!”

XI. ALL SLEEP SAVE ONE. Hrothgar retires. Then Hrothgar departed, his earl-throng attending him, Folk-lord of Scyldings, forth from the building; The war-chieftain wished then Wealhtheow to look for, The queen for a bedmate. To keep away Grendel God has provided a watch for the hall. 5 The Glory of Kings had given a hall-watch, As men heard recounted: for the king of the Danemen He did special service, gave the giant a watcher: And the prince of the Geatmen implicitly trusted Beowulf is self-confident His warlike strength and the Wielder’s protection. He prepares for rest. 10 His armor of iron off him he did then, His helmet from his head, to his henchman committed His chased-handled chain-sword, choicest of weapons, And bade him bide with his battle-equipments. The good one then uttered words of defiance, 15 Beowulf Geatman, ere his bed he upmounted: Beowulf boasts of his ability to cope with Grendel. “I hold me no meaner in matters of prowess, In warlike achievements, than Grendel does himself; Hence I seek not with sword-edge to sooth him to slumber, Of life to bereave him, though well I am able. We will fight with nature’s weapons only. 20 No battle-skill has he, that blows he should strike me, To shatter my shield, though sure he is mighty [25] In strife and destruction; but struggling by night we Shall do without edges, dare he to look for Weaponless warfare, and wise-mooded Father 25 The glory apportion, God ever-holy, God may decide who shall conquer On which hand soever to him seemeth proper.” Then the brave-mooded hero bent to his slumber, The pillow received the cheek of the noble; The Geatish warriors lie down. And many a martial mere-thane attending 30 Sank to his slumber. Seemed it unlikely They thought it very unlikely that they should ever see their homes again. That ever thereafter any should hope to Be happy at home, hero-friends visit Or the lordly troop-castle where he lived from his childhood; They had heard how slaughter had snatched from the wine-hall, 35 Had recently ravished, of the race of the Scyldings But God raised up a deliverer. Too many by far. But the Lord to them granted The weaving of war-speed, to Wederish heroes Aid and comfort, that every opponent By one man’s war-might they worsted and vanquished, God rules the world. 40 By the might of himself; the truth is established That God Almighty hath governed for ages Kindreds and nations. A night very lurid Grendel comes to Heorot. The trav’ler-at-twilight came tramping and striding. The warriors were sleeping who should watch the horned-building, Only one warrior is awake. 45 One only excepted. ’Mid earthmen ’twas ’stablished, Th’ implacable foeman was powerless to hurl them To the land of shadows, if the Lord were unwilling; But serving as warder, in terror to foemen, He angrily bided the issue of battle.

[26] XII. GRENDEL AND BEOWULF. Grendel comes from the fens. ’Neath the cloudy cliffs came from the moor then Grendel going, God’s anger bare he. The monster intended some one of earthmen In the hall-building grand to entrap and make way with: He goes towards the joyous building. 5 He went under welkin where well he knew of The wine-joyous building, brilliant with plating, Gold-hall of earthmen. Not the earliest occasion This was not his first visit there. He the home and manor of Hrothgar had sought: Ne’er found he in life-days later nor earlier 10 Hardier hero, hall-thanes more sturdy! Then came to the building the warrior marching, His horrid fingers tear the door open. Bereft of his joyance. The door quickly opened On fire-hinges fastened, when his fingers had touched it; The fell one had flung then—his fury so bitter— 15 Open the entrance. Early thereafter The foeman trod the shining hall-pavement, He strides furiously into the hall. Strode he angrily; from the eyes of him glimmered A lustre unlovely likest to fire. He beheld in the hall the heroes in numbers, 20 A circle of kinsmen sleeping together, He exults over his supposed prey. A throng of thanemen: then his thoughts were exultant, He minded to sunder from each of the thanemen The life from his body, horrible demon, Ere morning came, since fate had allowed him Fate has decreed that he shall devour no more heroes. Beowulf suffers from suspense. 25 The prospect of plenty. Providence willed not To permit him any more of men under heaven To eat in the night-time. Higelac’s kinsman Great sorrow endured how the dire-mooded creature [27] In unlooked-for assaults were likely to bear him. 30 No thought had the monster of deferring the matter, Grendel immediately seizes a sleeping warrior, and devours him. But on earliest occasion he quickly laid hold of A soldier asleep, suddenly tore him, Bit his bone-prison, the blood drank in currents, Swallowed in mouthfuls: he soon had the dead man’s 35 Feet and hands, too, eaten entirely. Nearer he strode then, the stout-hearted warrior Beowulf and Grendel grapple. Snatched as he slumbered, seizing with hand-grip, Forward the foeman foined with his hand; Caught he quickly the cunning deviser, 40 On his elbow he rested. This early discovered The master of malice, that in middle-earth’s regions, ’Neath the whole of the heavens, no hand-grapple greater The monster is amazed at Beowulf’s strength. In any man else had he ever encountered: Fearful in spirit, faint-mooded waxed he, 45 Not off could betake him; death he was pondering, He is anxious to flee. Would fly to his covert, seek the devils’ assembly: His calling no more was the same he had followed Long in his lifetime. The liege-kinsman worthy Beowulf recalls his boast of the evening, and determines to fulfil it. Of Higelac minded his speech of the evening, 50 Stood he up straight and stoutly did seize him. His fingers crackled; the giant was outward, The earl stepped farther. The famous one minded To flee away farther, if he found an occasion, And off and away, avoiding delay, 55 To fly to the fen-moors; he fully was ware of The strength of his grapple in the grip of the foeman. ’Twas a luckless day for Grendel. ’Twas an ill-taken journey that the injury-bringing, Harrying harmer to Heorot wandered: The hall groans. The palace re-echoed; to all of the Danemen, 60 Dwellers in castles, to each of the bold ones, Earlmen, was terror. Angry they both were, Archwarders raging. Rattled the building; [28] ’Twas a marvellous wonder that the wine-hall withstood then The bold-in-battle, bent not to earthward, 65 Excellent earth-hall; but within and without it Was fastened so firmly in fetters of iron, By the art of the armorer. Off from the sill there Bent mead-benches many, as men have informed me, Adorned with gold-work, where the grim ones did struggle. 70 The Scylding wise men weened ne’er before That by might and main-strength a man under heaven Might break it in pieces, bone-decked, resplendent, Crush it by cunning, unless clutch of the fire In smoke should consume it. The sound mounted upward Grendel’s cries terrify the Danes. 75 Novel enough; on the North Danes fastened A terror of anguish, on all of the men there Who heard from the wall the weeping and plaining, The song of defeat from the foeman of heaven, Heard him hymns of horror howl, and his sorrow 80 Hell-bound bewailing. He held him too firmly Who was strongest of main-strength of men of that era.

XIII. GRENDEL IS VANQUISHED. Beowulf has no idea of letting Grendel live. For no cause whatever would the earlmen’s defender Leave in life-joys the loathsome newcomer, He deemed his existence utterly useless To men under heaven. Many a noble 5 Of Beowulf brandished his battle-sword old, Would guard the life of his lord and protector, The far-famous chieftain, if able to do so; While waging the warfare, this wist they but little, Brave battle-thanes, while his body intending No weapon would harm Grendel; he bore a charmed life. 10 To slit into slivers, and seeking his spirit: That the relentless foeman nor finest of weapons Of all on the earth, nor any of war-bills [29] Was willing to injure; but weapons of victory Swords and suchlike he had sworn to dispense with. 15 His death at that time must prove to be wretched, And the far-away spirit widely should journey Into enemies’ power. This plainly he saw then Who with mirth of mood malice no little Had wrought in the past on the race of the earthmen 20 (To God he was hostile), that his body would fail him, But Higelac’s hardy henchman and kinsman Held him by the hand; hateful to other Grendel is sorely wounded. Was each one if living. A body-wound suffered The direful demon, damage incurable His body bursts. 25 Was seen on his shoulder, his sinews were shivered, His body did burst. To Beowulf was given Glory in battle; Grendel from thenceward Must flee and hide him in the fen-cliffs and marshes, Sick unto death, his dwelling must look for 30 Unwinsome and woful; he wist the more fully The monster flees away to hide in the moors. The end of his earthly existence was nearing, His life-days’ limits. At last for the Danemen, When the slaughter was over, their wish was accomplished. The comer-from-far-land had cleansed then of evil, 35 Wise and valiant, the war-hall of Hrothgar, Saved it from violence. He joyed in the night-work, In repute for prowess; the prince of the Geatmen For the East-Danish people his boast had accomplished, Bettered their burdensome bale-sorrows fully, 40 The craft-begot evil they erstwhile had suffered And were forced to endure from crushing oppression, Their manifold misery. ’Twas a manifest token, Beowulf suspends Grendel’s hand and arm in Heorot. When the hero-in-battle the hand suspended, The arm and the shoulder (there was all of the claw 45 Of Grendel together) ’neath great-stretching hall-roof.

[30] XIV. REJOICING OF THE DANES. At early dawn, warriors from far and near come together to hear of the night’s adventures. In the mist of the morning many a warrior Stood round the gift-hall, as the story is told me: Folk-princes fared then from far and from near Through long-stretching journeys to look at the wonder, 5 The footprints of the foeman. Few of the warriors Few warriors lamented Grendel’s destruction. Who gazed on the foot-tracks of the inglorious creature His parting from life pained very deeply, How, weary in spirit, off from those regions In combats conquered he carried his traces, 10 Fated and flying, to the flood of the nickers. Grendel’s blood dyes the waters. There in bloody billows bubbled the currents, The angry eddy was everywhere mingled And seething with gore, welling with sword-blood; He death-doomed had hid him, when reaved of his joyance 15 He laid down his life in the lair he had fled to, His heathenish spirit, where hell did receive him. Thence the friends from of old backward turned them, And many a younker from merry adventure, Striding their stallions, stout from the seaward, 20 Heroes on horses. There were heard very often Beowulf is the hero of the hour. Beowulf’s praises; many often asserted That neither south nor north, in the circuit of waters, He is regarded as a probable successor to Hrothgar. O’er outstretching earth-plain, none other was better ’Mid bearers of war-shields, more worthy to govern, 25 ’Neath the arch of the ether. Not any, however, ’Gainst the friend-lord muttered, mocking-words uttered But no word is uttered to derogate from the old king Of Hrothgar the gracious (a good king he). Oft the famed ones permitted their fallow-skinned horses [31] To run in rivalry, racing and chasing, 30 Where the fieldways appeared to them fair and inviting, Known for their excellence; oft a thane of the folk-lord, The gleeman sings the deeds of heroes. A man of celebrity, mindful of rhythms, Who ancient traditions treasured in memory, New word-groups found properly bound: 35 The bard after ’gan then Beowulf’s venture He sings in alliterative measures of Beowulf’s prowess. Wisely to tell of, and words that were clever To utter skilfully, earnestly speaking, Everything told he that he heard as to Sigmund’s Also of Sigemund, who has slain a great fire-dragon. Mighty achievements, many things hidden, 40 The strife of the Wælsing, the wide-going ventures The children of men knew of but little, The feud and the fury, but Fitela with him, When suchlike matters he minded to speak of, Uncle to nephew, as in every contention 45 Each to other was ever devoted: A numerous host of the race of the scathers They had slain with the sword-edge. To Sigmund accrued then No little of glory, when his life-days were over, Since he sturdy in struggle had destroyed the great dragon, 50 The hoard-treasure’s keeper; ’neath the hoar-grayish stone he, The son of the atheling, unaided adventured The perilous project; not present was Fitela, Yet the fortune befell him of forcing his weapon Through the marvellous dragon, that it stood in the wall, 55 Well-honored weapon; the worm was slaughtered . The great one had gained then by his glorious achievement To reap from the ring-hoard richest enjoyment, [32] As best it did please him: his vessel he loaded, Shining ornaments on the ship’s bosom carried, 60 Kinsman of Wæls: the drake in heat melted. Sigemund was widely famed. He was farthest famed of fugitive pilgrims, Mid wide-scattered world-folk, for works of great prowess, War-troopers’ shelter: hence waxed he in honor. Heremod, an unfortunate Danish king, is introduced by way of contrast. Afterward Heremod’s hero-strength failed him, 65 His vigor and valor. ’Mid venomous haters To the hands of foemen he was foully delivered, Offdriven early. Agony-billows Unlike Sigemund and Beowulf, Heremod was a burden to his people. Oppressed him too long, to his people he became then, To all the athelings, an ever-great burden; 70 And the daring one’s journey in days of yore Many wise men were wont to deplore, Such as hoped he would bring them help in their sorrow, That the son of their ruler should rise into power, Holding the headship held by his fathers, 75 Should govern the people, the gold-hoard and borough, The kingdom of heroes, the realm of the Scyldings. Beowulf is an honor to his race. He to all men became then far more beloved, Higelac’s kinsman, to kindreds and races, To his friends much dearer; him malice assaulted.— The story is resumed. 80 Oft running and racing on roadsters they measured The dun-colored highways. Then the light of the morning Was hurried and hastened. Went henchmen in numbers To the beautiful building, bold ones in spirit, To look at the wonder; the liegelord himself then 85 From his wife-bower wending, warden of treasures, Glorious trod with troopers unnumbered, Famed for his virtues, and with him the queen-wife Measured the mead-ways, with maidens attending.

[33] XV. HROTHGAR’S GRATITUDE. Hrothgar discoursed (to the hall-building went he, He stood by the pillar, saw the steep-rising hall-roof Gleaming with gold-gems, and Grendel his hand there): Hrothgar gives thanks for the overthrow of the monster. “For the sight we behold now, thanks to the Wielder 5 Early be offered! Much evil I bided, Snaring from Grendel: God can e’er ’complish Wonder on wonder, Wielder of Glory! I had given up all hope, when this brave liegeman came to our aid. But lately I reckoned ne’er under heaven Comfort to gain me for any of sorrows, 10 While the handsomest of houses horrid with bloodstain Gory uptowered; grief had offfrightened Each of the wise ones who weened not that ever The folk-troop’s defences ’gainst foes they should strengthen, ’Gainst sprites and monsters. Through the might of the Wielder 15 A doughty retainer hath a deed now accomplished Which erstwhile we all with our excellent wisdom If his mother yet liveth, well may she thank God for this son. Failed to perform. May affirm very truly What woman soever in all of the nations Gave birth to the child, if yet she surviveth, 20 That the long-ruling Lord was lavish to herward In the birth of the bairn. Now, Beowulf dear, Hereafter, Beowulf, thou shalt be my son. Most excellent hero, I’ll love thee in spirit As bairn of my body; bear well henceforward The relationship new. No lack shall befall thee 25 Of earth-joys any I ever can give thee. Full often for lesser service I’ve given [34] Hero less hardy hoard-treasure precious, Thou hast won immortal distinction. To a weaker in war-strife. By works of distinction Thou hast gained for thyself now that thy glory shall flourish 30 Forever and ever. The All-Ruler quite thee With good from His hand as He hitherto did thee!” Beowulf replies: I was most happy to render thee this service. Beowulf answered, Ecgtheow’s offspring: “That labor of glory most gladly achieved we, The combat accomplished, unquailing we ventured 35 The enemy’s grapple; I would grant it much rather Thou wert able to look at the creature in person, Faint unto falling, the foe in his trappings! On murder-bed quickly I minded to bind him, With firm-holding fetters, that forced by my grapple 40 Low he should lie in life-and-death struggle ’Less his body escape; I was wholly unable, I could not keep the monster from escaping, as God did not will that I should. Since God did not will it, to keep him from going, Not held him that firmly, hated opposer; Too swift was the foeman. Yet safety regarding 45 He suffered his hand behind him to linger, His arm and shoulder, to act as watcher; He left his hand and arm behind. No shadow of solace the woe-begone creature Found him there nathless: the hated destroyer Liveth no longer, lashed for his evils, 50 But sorrow hath seized him, in snare-meshes hath him Close in its clutches, keepeth him writhing In baleful bonds: there banished for evil The man shall wait for the mighty tribunal, God will give him his deserts. How the God of glory shall give him his earnings.” 55 Then the soldier kept silent, son of old Ecglaf, Unferth has nothing more to say, for Beowulf’s actions speak louder than words. From boasting and bragging of battle-achievements, Since the princes beheld there the hand that depended ’Neath the lofty hall-timbers by the might of the nobleman, Each one before him, the enemy’s fingers; 60 Each finger-nail strong steel most resembled, The heathen one’s hand-spur, the hero-in-battle’s Claw most uncanny; quoth they agreeing, [35] No sword will harm the monster. That not any excellent edges of brave ones Was willing to touch him, the terrible creature’s 65 Battle-hand bloody to bear away from him.

XVI. HROTHGAR LAVISHES GIFTS UPON HIS DELIVERER. Heorot is adorned with hands. Then straight was ordered that Heorot inside With hands be embellished: a host of them gathered, Of men and women, who the wassailing-building The guest-hall begeared. Gold-flashing sparkled 5 Webs on the walls then, of wonders a many To each of the heroes that look on such objects. The hall is defaced, however. The beautiful building was broken to pieces Which all within with irons was fastened, Its hinges torn off: only the roof was 10 Whole and uninjured when the horrible creature Outlawed for evil off had betaken him, Hopeless of living. ’Tis hard to avoid it [A vague passage of five verses.] (Whoever will do it!); but he doubtless must come to The place awaiting, as Wyrd hath appointed, 15 Soul-bearers, earth-dwellers, earls under heaven, Where bound on its bed his body shall slumber Hrothgar goes to the banquet. When feasting is finished. Full was the time then That the son of Healfdene went to the building; [36] The excellent atheling would eat of the banquet. 20 Ne’er heard I that people with hero-band larger Bare them better tow’rds their bracelet-bestower. The laden-with-glory stooped to the bench then (Their kinsmen-companions in plenty were joyful, Many a cupful quaffing complaisantly), 25 Doughty of spirit in the high-tow’ring palace, Hrothgar’s nephew, Hrothulf, is present. Hrothgar and Hrothulf. Heorot then inside Was filled with friendly ones; falsehood and treachery The Folk-Scyldings now nowise did practise. Hrothgar lavishes gifts upon Beowulf. Then the offspring of Healfdene offered to Beowulf 30 A golden standard, as reward for the victory, A banner embossed, burnie and helmet; Many men saw then a song-famous weapon Borne ’fore the hero. Beowulf drank of The cup in the building; that treasure-bestowing 35 He needed not blush for in battle-men’s presence. Four handsomer gifts were never presented. Ne’er heard I that many men on the ale-bench In friendlier fashion to their fellows presented Four bright jewels with gold-work embellished. ’Round the roof of the helmet a head-guarder outside 40 Braided with wires, with bosses was furnished, That swords-for-the-battle fight-hardened might fail Boldly to harm him, when the hero proceeded Hrothgar commands that eight finely caparisoned steeds be brought to Beowulf. Forth against foemen. The defender of earls then Commanded that eight steeds with bridles 45 Gold-plated, gleaming, be guided to hallward, Inside the building; on one of them stood then An art-broidered saddle embellished with jewels; ’Twas the sovereign’s seat, when the son of King Healfdene Was pleased to take part in the play of the edges; 50 The famous one’s valor ne’er failed at the front when Slain ones were bowing. And to Beowulf granted The prince of the Ingwins, power over both, O’er war-steeds and weapons; bade him well to enjoy them. In so manly a manner the mighty-famed chieftain, [37] 55 Hoard-ward of heroes, with horses and jewels War-storms requited, that none e’er condemneth Who willeth to tell truth with full justice.

XVII. BANQUET (continued).—THE SCOP’S SONG OF FINN AND HNÆF. Each of Beowulf’s companions receives a costly gift. And the atheling of earlmen to each of the heroes Who the ways of the waters went with Beowulf, A costly gift-token gave on the mead-bench, Offered an heirloom, and ordered that that man The warrior killed by Grendel is to be paid for in gold. 5 With gold should be paid for, whom Grendel had erstwhile Wickedly slaughtered, as he more of them had done Had far-seeing God and the mood of the hero The fate not averted: the Father then governed All of the earth-dwellers, as He ever is doing; 10 Hence insight for all men is everywhere fittest, Forethought of spirit! much he shall suffer Of lief and of loathsome who long in this present Useth the world in this woful existence. There was music and merriment mingling together Hrothgar’s scop recalls events in the reign of his lord’s father. 15 Touching Healfdene’s leader; the joy-wood was fingered, Measures recited, when the singer of Hrothgar On mead-bench should mention the merry hall-joyance Of the kinsmen of Finn, when onset surprised them: Hnæf, the Danish general, is treacherously attacked while staying at Finn’s castle. “The Half-Danish hero, Hnæf of the Scyldings, 20 On the field of the Frisians was fated to perish. Sure Hildeburg needed not mention approving The faith of the Jutemen: though blameless entirely, Queen Hildeburg is not only wife of Finn, but a kinswoman of the murdered Hnæf. When shields were shivered she was shorn of her darlings, Of bairns and brothers: they bent to their fate 25 With war-spear wounded; woe was that woman. Not causeless lamented the daughter of Hoce The decree of the Wielder when morning-light came and She was able ’neath heaven to behold the destruction [38] Of brothers and bairns, where the brightest of earth-joys Finn’s force is almost exterminated. 30 She had hitherto had: all the henchmen of Finn War had offtaken, save a handful remaining, That he nowise was able to offer resistance Hengest succeeds Hnæf as Danish general. To the onset of Hengest in the parley of battle, Nor the wretched remnant to rescue in war from 35 The earl of the atheling; but they offered conditions, Compact between the Frisians and the Danes. Another great building to fully make ready, A hall and a high-seat, that half they might rule with The sons of the Jutemen, and that Folcwalda’s son would Day after day the Danemen honor 40 When gifts were giving, and grant of his ring-store To Hengest’s earl-troop ever so freely, Of his gold-plated jewels, as he encouraged the Frisians Equality of gifts agreed on. On the bench of the beer-hall. On both sides they swore then A fast-binding compact; Finn unto Hengest 45 With no thought of revoking vowed then most solemnly The woe-begone remnant well to take charge of, His Witan advising; the agreement should no one By words or works weaken and shatter, By artifice ever injure its value, 50 Though reaved of their ruler their ring-giver’s slayer They followed as vassals, Fate so requiring: No one shall refer to old grudges. Then if one of the Frisians the quarrel should speak of In tones that were taunting, terrible edges Should cut in requital. Accomplished the oath was, 55 And treasure of gold from the hoard was uplifted. Danish warriors are burned on a funeral-pyre. The best of the Scylding braves was then fully Prepared for the pile; at the pyre was seen clearly The blood-gory burnie, the boar with his gilding, The iron-hard swine, athelings many 60 Fatally wounded; no few had been slaughtered. Hildeburg bade then, at the burning of Hnæf, [39] Queen Hildeburg has her son burnt along with Hnæf. The bairn of her bosom to bear to the fire, That his body be burned and borne to the pyre. The woe-stricken woman wept on his shoulder, 65 In measures lamented; upmounted the hero. The greatest of dead-fires curled to the welkin, On the hill’s-front crackled; heads were a-melting, Wound-doors bursting, while the blood was a-coursing From body-bite fierce. The fire devoured them, 70 Greediest of spirits, whom war had offcarried From both of the peoples; their bravest were fallen.

XVIII. THE FINN EPISODE (continued).—THE BANQUET CONTINUES. The survivors go to Friesland, the home of Finn. “Then the warriors departed to go to their dwellings, Reaved of their friends, Friesland to visit, Their homes and high-city. Hengest continued Hengest remains there all winter, unable to get away. Biding with Finn the blood-tainted winter, 5 Wholly unsundered; of fatherland thought he Though unable to drive the ring-stemmèd vessel [40] O’er the ways of the waters; the wave-deeps were tossing, Fought with the wind; winter in ice-bonds Closed up the currents, till there came to the dwelling 10 A year in its course, as yet it revolveth, If season propitious one alway regardeth, World-cheering weathers. Then winter was gone, Earth’s bosom was lovely; the exile would get him, He devises schemes of vengeance. The guest from the palace; on grewsomest vengeance 15 He brooded more eager than on oversea journeys, Whe’r onset-of-anger he were able to ’complish, The bairns of the Jutemen therein to remember. Nowise refused he the duties of liegeman When Hun of the Frisians the battle-sword Láfing, 20 Fairest of falchions, friendly did give him: Its edges were famous in folk-talk of Jutland. And savage sword-fury seized in its clutches Bold-mooded Finn where he bode in his palace, Guthlaf and Oslaf revenge Hnæf’s slaughter. When the grewsome grapple Guthlaf and Oslaf 25 Had mournfully mentioned, the mere-journey over, For sorrows half-blamed him; the flickering spirit Could not bide in his bosom. Then the building was covered Finn is slain. With corpses of foemen, and Finn too was slaughtered, The king with his comrades, and the queen made a prisoner. The jewels of Finn, and his queen are carried away by the Danes. 30 The troops of the Scyldings bore to their vessels All that the land-king had in his palace, Such trinkets and treasures they took as, on searching, At Finn’s they could find. They ferried to Daneland The excellent woman on oversea journey, The lay is concluded, and the main story is resumed. 35 Led her to their land-folk.” The lay was concluded, The gleeman’s recital. Shouts again rose then, Bench-glee resounded, bearers then offered Skinkers carry round the beaker. Wine from wonder-vats. Wealhtheo advanced then Going ’neath gold-crown, where the good ones were seated [41] Queen Wealhtheow greets Hrothgar, as he sits beside Hrothulf, his nephew. 40 Uncle and nephew; their peace was yet mutual, True each to the other. And Unferth the spokesman Sat at the feet of the lord of the Scyldings: Each trusted his spirit that his mood was courageous, Though at fight he had failed in faith to his kinsmen. 45 Said the queen of the Scyldings: “My lord and protector, Treasure-bestower, take thou this beaker; Joyance attend thee, gold-friend of heroes, Be generous to the Geats. And greet thou the Geatmen with gracious responses! So ought one to do. Be kind to the Geatmen, 50 In gifts not niggardly; anear and afar now Peace thou enjoyest. Report hath informed me Thou’lt have for a bairn the battle-brave hero. Now is Heorot cleansèd, ring-palace gleaming; Have as much joy as possible in thy hall, once more purified. Give while thou mayest many rewards, 55 And bequeath to thy kinsmen kingdom and people, On wending thy way to the Wielder’s splendor. I know good Hrothulf, that the noble young troopers I know that Hrothulf will prove faithful if he survive thee. He’ll care for and honor, lord of the Scyldings, If earth-joys thou endest earlier than he doth; 60 I reckon that recompense he’ll render with kindness Our offspring and issue, if that all he remember, What favors of yore, when he yet was an infant, We awarded to him for his worship and pleasure.” Then she turned by the bench where her sons were carousing, 65 Hrethric and Hrothmund, and the heroes’ offspring, Beowulf is sitting by the two royal sons. The war-youth together; there the good one was sitting ’Twixt the brothers twain, Beowulf Geatman.

XIX. BEOWULF RECEIVES FURTHER HONOR. More gifts are offered Beowulf. A beaker was borne him, and bidding to quaff it Graciously given, and gold that was twisted Pleasantly proffered, a pair of arm-jewels, [42] Rings and corslet, of collars the greatest 5 I’ve heard of ’neath heaven. Of heroes not any More splendid from jewels have I heard ’neath the welkin, A famous necklace is referred to, in comparison with the gems presented to Beowulf. Since Hama off bore the Brosingmen’s necklace, The bracteates and jewels, from the bright-shining city, Eormenric’s cunning craftiness fled from, 10 Chose gain everlasting. Geatish Higelac, Grandson of Swerting, last had this jewel When tramping ’neath banner the treasure he guarded, The field-spoil defended; Fate offcarried him When for deeds of daring he endured tribulation, 15 Hate from the Frisians; the ornaments bare he O’er the cup of the currents, costly gem-treasures, Mighty folk-leader, he fell ’neath his target; The corpse of the king then came into charge of The race of the Frankmen, the mail-shirt and collar: 20 Warmen less noble plundered the fallen, When the fight was finished; the folk of the Geatmen The field of the dead held in possession. The choicest of mead-halls with cheering resounded. Wealhtheo discoursed, the war-troop addressed she: Queen Wealhtheow magnifies Beowulf’s achievements. 25 “This collar enjoy thou, Beowulf worthy, Young man, in safety, and use thou this armor, Gems of the people, and prosper thou fully, Show thyself sturdy and be to these liegemen Mild with instruction! I’ll mind thy requital. 30 Thou hast brought it to pass that far and near Forever and ever earthmen shall honor thee, Even so widely as ocean surroundeth The blustering bluffs. Be, while thou livest, [43] A wealth-blessèd atheling. I wish thee most truly May gifts never fail thee. 35 Jewels and treasure. Be kind to my son, thou Living in joyance! Here each of the nobles Is true unto other, gentle in spirit, Loyal to leader. The liegemen are peaceful, The war-troops ready: well-drunken heroes, 40 Do as I bid ye.” Then she went to the settle. There was choicest of banquets, wine drank the heroes: They little know of the sorrow in store for them. Weird they knew not, destiny cruel, As to many an earlman early it happened, When evening had come and Hrothgar had parted 45 Off to his manor, the mighty to slumber. Warriors unnumbered warded the building As erst they did often: the ale-settle bared they, ’Twas covered all over with beds and pillows. A doomed thane is there with them. Doomed unto death, down to his slumber 50 Bowed then a beer-thane. Their battle-shields placed they, Bright-shining targets, up by their heads then; O’er the atheling on ale-bench ’twas easy to see there Battle-high helmet, burnie of ring-mail, They were always ready for battle. And mighty war-spear. ’Twas the wont of that people 55 To constantly keep them equipped for the battle, At home or marching—in either condition— At seasons just such as necessity ordered As best for their ruler; that people was worthy.

[44] XX. THE MOTHER OF GRENDEL. They sank then to slumber. With sorrow one paid for His evening repose, as often betid them While Grendel was holding the gold-bedecked palace, Ill-deeds performing, till his end overtook him, 5 Death for his sins. ’Twas seen very clearly, Grendel’s mother is known to be thirsting for revenge. Known unto earth-folk, that still an avenger Outlived the loathed one, long since the sorrow Caused by the struggle; the mother of Grendel, Devil-shaped woman, her woe ever minded, 10 Who was held to inhabit the horrible waters, [Grendel’s progenitor, Cain, is again referred to.] The cold-flowing currents, after Cain had become a Slayer-with-edges to his one only brother, The son of his sire; he set out then banished, Marked as a murderer, man-joys avoiding, 15 Lived in the desert. Thence demons unnumbered The poet again magnifies Beowulf’s valor. Fate-sent awoke; one of them Grendel, Sword-cursèd, hateful, who at Heorot met with A man that was watching, waiting the struggle, Where a horrid one held him with hand-grapple sturdy; 20 Nathless he minded the might of his body, The glorious gift God had allowed him, And folk-ruling Father’s favor relied on, His help and His comfort: so he conquered the foeman, The hell-spirit humbled: he unhappy departed then, 25 Reaved of his joyance, journeying to death-haunts, Foeman of man. His mother moreover Grendel’s mother comes to avenge her son. Eager and gloomy was anxious to go on Her mournful mission, mindful of vengeance For the death of her son. She came then to Heorot [45] 30 Where the Armor-Dane earlmen all through the building Were lying in slumber. Soon there became then Return to the nobles, when the mother of Grendel Entered the folk-hall; the fear was less grievous By even so much as the vigor of maidens, 35 War-strength of women, by warrior is reckoned, When well-carved weapon, worked with the hammer, Blade very bloody, brave with its edges, Strikes down the boar-sign that stands on the helmet. Then the hard-edgèd weapon was heaved in the building, 40 The brand o’er the benches, broad-lindens many Hand-fast were lifted; for helmet he recked not, For armor-net broad, whom terror laid hold of. She went then hastily, outward would get her Her life for to save, when some one did spy her; She seizes a favorite liegemen of Hrothgar’s. 45 Soon she had grappled one of the athelings Fast and firmly, when fenward she hied her; That one to Hrothgar was liefest of heroes In rank of retainer where waters encircle, A mighty shield-warrior, whom she murdered at slumber, 50 A broadly-famed battle-knight. Beowulf was absent, Beowulf was asleep in another part of the palace. But another apartment was erstwhile devoted To the glory-decked Geatman when gold was distributed. There was hubbub in Heorot. The hand that was famous She grasped in its gore; grief was renewed then [46] 55 In homes and houses: ’twas no happy arrangement In both of the quarters to barter and purchase With lives of their friends. Then the well-agèd ruler, The gray-headed war-thane, was woful in spirit, When his long-trusted liegeman lifeless he knew of, Beowulf is sent for. 60 His dearest one gone. Quick from a room was Beowulf brought, brave and triumphant. As day was dawning in the dusk of the morning, He comes at Hrothgar’s summons. Went then that earlman, champion noble, Came with comrades, where the clever one bided 65 Whether God all gracious would grant him a respite After the woe he had suffered. The war-worthy hero With a troop of retainers trod then the pavement (The hall-building groaned), till he greeted the wise one, Beowulf inquires how Hrothgar had enjoyed his night’s rest. The earl of the Ingwins; asked if the night had 70 Fully refreshed him, as fain he would have it.

XXI. HROTHGAR’S ACCOUNT OF THE MONSTERS. Hrothgar laments the death of Æschere, his shoulder-companion. Hrothgar rejoined, helm of the Scyldings: “Ask not of joyance! Grief is renewed to The folk of the Danemen. Dead is Æschere, Yrmenlaf’s brother, older than he, 5 My true-hearted counsellor, trusty adviser, Shoulder-companion, when fighting in battle Our heads we protected, when troopers were clashing, He was my ideal hero. And heroes were dashing; such an earl should be ever, An erst-worthy atheling, as Æschere proved him. 10 The flickering death-spirit became in Heorot His hand-to-hand murderer; I can not tell whither The cruel one turned in the carcass exulting, [47] This horrible creature came to avenge Grendel’s death. By cramming discovered. The quarrel she wreaked then, That last night igone Grendel thou killedst 15 In grewsomest manner, with grim-holding clutches, Since too long he had lessened my liege-troop and wasted My folk-men so foully. He fell in the battle With forfeit of life, and another has followed, A mighty crime-worker, her kinsman avenging, 20 And henceforth hath ‘stablished her hatred unyielding, As it well may appear to many a liegeman, Who mourneth in spirit the treasure-bestower, Her heavy heart-sorrow; the hand is now lifeless Which availed you in every wish that you cherished. I have heard my vassals speak of these two uncanny monsters who lived in the moors. 25 Land-people heard I, liegemen, this saying, Dwellers in halls, they had seen very often A pair of such mighty march-striding creatures, Far-dwelling spirits, holding the moorlands: One of them wore, as well they might notice, 30 The image of woman, the other one wretched In guise of a man wandered in exile, Except he was huger than any of earthmen; Earth-dwelling people entitled him Grendel In days of yore: they know not their father, 35 Whe’r ill-going spirits any were borne him The inhabit the most desolate and horrible places. Ever before. They guard the wolf-coverts, Lands inaccessible, wind-beaten nesses, Fearfullest fen-deeps, where a flood from the mountains ’Neath mists of the nesses netherward rattles, 40 The stream under earth: not far is it henceward Measured by mile-lengths that the mere-water standeth, Which forests hang over, with frost-whiting covered, [48] A firm-rooted forest, the floods overshadow. There ever at night one an ill-meaning portent 45 A fire-flood may see; ’mong children of men None liveth so wise that wot of the bottom; Though harassed by hounds the heath-stepper seek for, Even the hounded deer will not seek refuge in these uncanny regions. Fly to the forest, firm-antlered he-deer, Spurred from afar, his spirit he yieldeth, 50 His life on the shore, ere in he will venture To cover his head. Uncanny the place is: Thence upward ascendeth the surging of waters, Wan to the welkin, when the wind is stirring The weathers unpleasing, till the air groweth gloomy, To thee only can I look for assistance. 55 And the heavens lower. Now is help to be gotten From thee and thee only! The abode thou know’st not, The dangerous place where thou’rt able to meet with The sin-laden hero: seek if thou darest! For the feud I will fully fee thee with money, 60 With old-time treasure, as erstwhile I did thee, With well-twisted jewels, if away thou shalt get thee.”

XXII. BEOWULF SEEKS GRENDEL’S MOTHER. Beowulf answered, Ecgtheow’s son: Beowulf exhorts the old king to arouse himself for action. “Grieve not, O wise one! for each it is better, His friend to avenge than with vehemence wail him; Each of us must the end-day abide of 5 His earthly existence; who is able accomplish Glory ere death! To battle-thane noble Lifeless lying, ’tis at last most fitting. Arise, O king, quick let us hasten To look at the footprint of the kinsman of Grendel! 10 I promise thee this now: to his place he’ll escape not, To embrace of the earth, nor to mountainous forest, Nor to depths of the ocean, wherever he wanders. [49] Practice thou now patient endurance Of each of thy sorrows, as I hope for thee soothly!” Hrothgar rouses himself. His horse is brought. 15 Then up sprang the old one, the All-Wielder thanked he, Ruler Almighty, that the man had outspoken. Then for Hrothgar a war-horse was decked with a bridle, Curly-maned courser. The clever folk-leader They start on the track of the female monster. Stately proceeded: stepped then an earl-troop 20 Of linden-wood bearers. Her footprints were seen then Widely in wood-paths, her way o’er the bottoms, Where she faraway fared o’er fen-country murky, Bore away breathless the best of retainers Who pondered with Hrothgar the welfare of country. 25 The son of the athelings then went o’er the stony, Declivitous cliffs, the close-covered passes, Narrow passages, paths unfrequented, Nesses abrupt, nicker-haunts many; One of a few of wise-mooded heroes, 30 He onward advanced to view the surroundings, Till he found unawares woods of the mountain O’er hoar