but suffer the South-Danes to settle their feud
themselves with Grendel. Now God be thanked
that safe and sound I can see thee now!”
Beowulf spake, the bairn of Ecgtheow:—
2000“ ’Tis known and unhidden, Hygelac Lord,
to many men, that meeting of ours,
struggle grim between Grendel and me,
which we fought on the field where full too many
sorrows he wrought for the Scylding-Victors,
2005evils unending. These all I avenged.
No boast can be from breed of Grendel,
any on earth, for that uproar at dawn,[1]
from the longest-lived of the loathsome race
in fleshly fold!—But first I went
2010Hrothgar to greet in the hall of gifts,
where Healfdene’s kinsman high-renowned,
soon as my purpose was plain to him,
assigned me a seat by his son and heir.
The liegemen were lusty; my life-days never
2015such merry men over mead in hall
have I heard under heaven! The high-born queen,
people’s peace-bringer, passed through the hall,
cheered the young clansmen, clasps of gold,
ere she sought her seat, to sundry gave.
2020Oft to the heroes Hrothgar’s daughter,
to earls in turn, the ale-cup tendered,—
she whom I heard these hall-companions
Freawaru name, when fretted gold
- ↑ “Struggle by night,” translates Gering; that is, the fight between Grendel and Beowulf. It might refer, however,—see v. 126,—to the outcries and wailings of the Danes. No more boasting over that!
