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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beowulf (Episode 06)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HROTHGAR answered, helmet of Scyldings: -- <br>&quot;I knew him of yore in his youthful days; <br>his aged father was Ecgtheow named, <br>to whom, at home, gave Hrethel the Geat <br>his only daughter. Their offspring bold <br>fares hither to seek the steadfast friend. <br>And seamen, too, have said me this, -- <br>who carried my gifts to the Geatish court, <br>thither for thanks, -- he has thirty men's <br>heft of grasp in the gripe of his hand, <br>the bold-in-battle. Blessed God <br>out of his mercy this man hath sent <br>to Danes of the West, as I ween indeed, <br>against horror of Grendel. I hope to give <br>the good youth gold for his gallant thought. <br>Be thou in haste, and bid them hither, <br>clan of kinsmen, to come before me; <br>and add this word, -- they are welcome guests <br>to folk of the Danes.&quot; <br>[To the door of the hall <br>Wulfgar went] and the word declared: -- <br>&quot;To you this message my master sends, <br>East-Danes' king, that your kin he knows, <br>hardy heroes, and hails you all <br>welcome hither o'er waves of the sea! <br>Ye may wend your way in war-attire, <br>and under helmets Hrothgar greet; <br>but let here the battle-shields bide your parley, <br>and wooden war-shafts wait its end.&quot; <br>Uprose the mighty one, ringed with his men, <br>brave band of thanes: some bode without, <br>battle-gear guarding, as bade the chief. <br>Then hied that troop where the herald led them, <br>under Heorot's roof: [the hero strode,] <br>hardy 'neath helm, till the hearth he neared. <br>Beowulf spake, -- his breastplate gleamed, <br>war-net woven by wit of the smith: -- <br>&quot;Thou Hrothgar, hail! Hygelac's I, <br>kinsman and follower. Fame a plenty <br>have I gained in youth! These Grendel-deeds <br>I heard in my home-land heralded clear. <br>Seafarers say how stands this hall, <br>of buildings best, for your band of thanes <br>empty and idle, when evening sun <br>in the harbor of heaven is hidden away. <br>So my vassals advised me well, -- <br>brave and wise, the best of men, -- <br>O sovran Hrothgar, to seek thee here, <br>for my nerve and my might they knew full well. <br>Themselves had seen me from slaughter come <br>blood-flecked from foes, where five I bound, <br>and that wild brood worsted. I' the waves I slew <br>nicors by night, in need and peril <br>avenging the Weders, whose woe they sought, -- <br>crushing the grim ones. Grendel now, <br>monster cruel, be mine to quell <br>in single battle! So, from thee, <br>thou sovran of the Shining-Danes, <br>Scyldings'-bulwark, a boon I seek, -- <br>and, Friend-of-the-folk, refuse it not, <br>O Warriors'-shield, now I've wandered far, -- <br>that I alone with my liegemen here, <br>this hardy band, may Heorot purge! <br>More I hear, that the monster dire, <br>in his wanton mood, of weapons recks not; <br>hence shall I scorn -- so Hygelac stay, <br>king of my kindred, kind to me! -- <br>brand or buckler to bear in the fight, <br>gold-colored targe: but with gripe alone <br>must I front the fiend and fight for life, <br>foe against foe. Then faith be his <br>in the doom of the Lord whom death shall take. <br>Fain, I ween, if the fight he win, <br>in this hall of gold my Geatish band <br>will he fearless eat, -- as oft before, -- <br>my noblest thanes. Nor need'st thou then <br>to hide my head; for his shall I be, <br>dyed in gore, if death must take me; <br>and my blood-covered body he'll bear as prey, <br>ruthless devour it, the roamer-lonely, <br>with my life-blood redden his lair in the fen: <br>no further for me need'st food prepare! <br>To Hygelac send, if Hild should take me, <br>best of war-weeds, warding my breast, <br>armor excellent, heirloom of Hrethel <br>and work of Wayland. Fares Wyrd as she must.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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&quot;I knew him of yore in his youthful days; 
his aged father was Ecgtheow named, 
to whom, at home, gave Hrethel the Geat 
his only daughter. Their offspring bold 
fares hither to seek the steadfast f..."></div>
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