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Beowulf
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\eowulf is to England what Hcmer's ///ac/ and Odyssey are
to ancient Greece: it is t^e first great work of a nationai
literature. Becwulf is the mythical and literary record of a
formative stage of English civilization; it is also an epic of the
heroic sources of English cuitu-e. As such, it uses a host of tra-
ditional motifs associated with heroic literature all over the world.
Liks most early heroic literature. Beowulf is oral art. it was
hanaes down, with changes, and embe'lishrnents. from one min-
strel to another. The stories of Beowulf, like those of all oral epics,
are traditional ones, famil iar to tne audiences who crowded around
the harp:st-bards in the communal halls at night. The tales in the
Beowulf epic are the stories of dream and legend, of monsters and
of god-fashioned weapons, of descents to the underworld and of
fights with dragons, of the hero's quest and of a community threat-
ened by the powers of evil.
Beowulf was composed in Old English, probably in Northumbria
in northeast England, sometime between the years 700 and 750.
The world it depicts, however, is much older, that of the early sixth
century. Much of the material of the poem is based on early folk
legends—some Celtic, some Scandinavian. Since the scenery de-
scribes tne coast of Northumbna. not of Scandinavia, it has been
assumed that the poet who wrote the version that has come down to us was Northumbrian. Given the Cnristian elements in the epic,
this poet may also have been a monk.
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The only manuscript we have of Beowulf dates from the year
1000 and is now in the British Museum in London. Burned and
stained, it was discovered in the eighteenth century: Somehow it
had survived Henry Vl l l 's destruction of the monasteries two hun-
dred years earlier.
By the standards of Homer, whose epics run to nearly 15,000
lines, Beowulf, with approximately 3,200 lines, is relatively short.
The epic tells the story of Beowulf (his name may mean "bear"),
a Geat from Sweden who crosses the sea to Denmark in a quest
to rescue King Hrothgar from the demonic monster Grendel. This
epic hero, who emerges from the misty reaches of the English past,
is a far-Northern mask of a national hero "type," who in other
stories wears the mask of St. George or King Arthur. This hero-
type is the dragon slayer, the representative of a beseiged com-
munity that stands in precarious unity against the satanic forces
that lurk everywhere in the cold darkness. When Grendel appeared
to the Anglo-Saxon listener, he was not viewed as a legend; he was
the embodiment of an all-too-present reality.
A List of Characters and Places
Here are some of the important people, monsters, and places
that appear in Beowulf or are mentioned in the story:
Beowulf: a Geat, son of Edgetho and nephew of Higlac, king
of the Geats. Higlac is Beowulf's feudal lord, as well as his
uncle.
Brecca: chief of a tribe called Brondings and a friend of Beo-
wulf.
Grendel: a man-eating monster who lives at the bottom of a
foul mere, or mountain lake. His name might be related to
the old Norse grindill, meaning "storm," or grenja, "to bel-
low."
Herot: the golden guest-hall built by King Hrothgar, the Danish
ruler. It was decorated with the antlers of stags; the name
means "hart [stag] hall." Scholars think Herot might have
been built near Lejre on the coast of Zealand, in Denmark.
Hrothgar: king of the Danes, builder of Herot. He had once
befriended Beowulf's father. His father was called Healfdane
(which probably means "half Dane"). Hrothgar's name might
mean "glory spear" or "spear of triumph."
Unferth: one of Hrothgar's courtiers, who is reputed to be a
skilled warrior. His sword, called Hrunting, is used by Beowulf
in a later battle.
Welthow: Hrothgar's wife, queen of the Danes.
Wiglaf: a Geat warrior, one of Beowulf's select band, and the
only one to help him in his final fight with the dragon. Wiglaf
might be related to Beowulf.
Page from the Beowulf manuscript (c. 1000).
British Library.
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From
TRADITIONAL EPIC
Translated by Burton Raffel
Prologue
Hear me! We've heard of Danish heroes,
Ancient kings and the glory they cut
For themselves, swinging mighty swords!
How Shild1 made slaves of soldiers from every
Land, crowds of captives he'd beaten
Into terror; he'd traveled to Denmark alone,
An abandoned child, but changed his own fate,
Lived to be rich and much honored. He ruled
Lands on all sides: wherever the sea
Would take them his soldiers sailed, returned
With tribute and obedience. There was a brave
King! And he gave them more than his glory,
Conceived a son for the Danes, a new leader
Allowed them by the grace of God. They had lived,
Before his coming, kingless and miserable;
Now the Lord of all life, Ruler
Of glory, blessed them with a prince, Beo,2
Whose power and fame soon spread through the world.
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15
The epic Beowulf had been told
by the Anglo-Saxons for over five
hundred years before it was
finally written down. As you
read, see if you can understand
why it has remained popular.
1. Shild, a Danish king. He arrived in Denmark alone in a ship when he
was a child. The ship was loaded with many treasures.
2. Beo, grandfather of Hrothgar, a Danish king.
Carved wooden head from a ship's tentpost, Gokstad ship-burial. Copyright © University Museum of National
Antiquities, Oslo, Norway.
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Shild's strong son was the glory of Denmark;
His father's warriors were wound round his heart 20
With golden rings, bound to their prince
By his father's treasure. So young men build
The future, wisely open-handed in peace,
Protected in war; so warriors earn
Their fame, and wealth is shaped with a sword. 25
When his time was come the old king died,
Still strong but called to the Lord's hands.
His comrades carried him down to the shore,
Bore him as their leader had asked, their lord
And companion, while words could move on his tongue. 30
Shild's reign had been long; he'd ruled them well.
There in the harbor was a ring-prowed fighting
Ship, its timbers icy, waiting,
And there they brought the beloved body
Of their ring-giving lord, and laid him near 35
The mast. Next to that noble corpse
They heaped up treasures, jeweled helmets,
Hooked swords and coats of mail, armor
Carried from the ends of the earth: no ship
Had ever sailed so brightly fitted, 40
No king sent forth more- deeply mourned.
Forced to set him adrift, floating
As far as the tide might run, they refused
To give him less from their hoards of gold
Than those who'd shipped him away, an orphan 45
And a beggar, to cross the waves alone.
High up over his head they flew
His shining banner, then sadly let
The water pull at the ship, watched it
Slowly sliding to where neither rulers so
Nor heroes nor anyone can say whose hands
Opened to take that motionless cargo.
Then Beo was king in that Danish castle,
Shild's son ruling as long as his father
And as loved, a famous lord of men. 55
And he in turn gave his people a son,
The great Healfdane, a fierce fighter
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Who led the Danes to the end of his long
Life and left them four children,
Three princes to guide them in battle, Hergar eo
And Hrothgar and Halga the Good, and one daughter,
Yrs, who was given to Onela, king
Of the Swedes, and became his wife and their queen.
Then Hrothgar, taking the throne, led
The Danes to such glory that comrades and kinsmen 55
Swore by his sword, and young men swelled
His armies, and he thought of greatness and resolved
To build a hall that would hold his mighty
Band and reach higher toward Heaven than anything
That had ever been known to the sons of men. ?o
And in that hall he'd divide the spoils
Of their victories, to old and young what they'd earned
In battle, but leaving the common pastures
Untouched, and taking no lives. The work
Was ordered, the timbers tied and shaped 75
By the hosts that Hrothgar ruled. It was quickly
Ready, that most beautiful of dwellings, built
As he'd wanted, and then he whose word was obeyed
All over the earth named it Herot.
His boast come true he commanded a banquet, so
Opened out his treasure-full hands.
That towering place, gabled and huge,
Stood waiting for time to pass, for war
To begin, for flames to leap as high
As the feud that would light them, and for Herot to burn, ss
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Though the poetic form of the Beowulf story may
seem foreign to you, the hero himself should seem
very familiar. He embodies many virtues we still
admire in the heroic "dragon-slayers" of today.
Beowulf has superior physical prowess, he is su-
premely ethical, and he risks his own life to save
the lives of those who are in mortal danger and
cannot protect themselves.
The setting of the first part of the epic is Herot,
a guest-hall or "mead-hall." (Mead is a fermented
drink made from honey.) The hall had a central
place in Anglo-Saxon society. Here the lord's war-
riors could feast, listen to the bard's stories, and
sleep in safety.
You'll notice that Grendel is immediately iden-
tified as a spawn of Cain. In the Bible, Cain is the
first murderer. His crime was fratricide—the
murder of his own brother. For an account of
Cain's murder of Abel and of the curse put on
Cain's descendants, see page 30.
from Beowulf Translated by Burton Raffel
The Monster Grendel
A powerful monster, living down In the darkness, growled in pain, impatient As day after day the music rang Loud in that hall, the harp's rejoicing
5 Call and the poet's clear songs, sung Of the ancient beginnings of us all, recalling The Almighty making the earth, shaping These beautiful plains marked off by oceans, Then proudly setting the sun and moon
10 To glow across the land and light it; The corners of the earth were made lovely with trees And leaves, made quick with life, with each Of the nations who now move on its face. And then As now warriors sang of their pleasure:
15 So Hrothgar's men lived happy in his hall Till the monster stirred, that demon, that fiend, Grendel, who haunted the moors, the wild Marshes, and made his home in a hell Not hell but earth. He was spawned in that slime,
20 Conceived by a pair of those monsters born Of Cain, murderous creatures banished By God, punished forever for the crime Of Abel's death. The Almighty drove Those demons out, and their exile was bitter,
25 Shut away from men; they split Into a thousand forms of evil—spirits And fiends, goblins, monsters, giants, A brood forever opposing the Lord's Will, and again and again defeated.
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30 Then, when darkness had dropped, Grendel Went up to Herot, wondering what the warriors Would do in that hall when their drinking was done. He found them sprawled in sleep, suspecting Nothing, their dreams undisturbed. The monster's
35 Thoughts were as quick as his greed or his claws: He slipped through the door and there in the silence Snatched up thirty men, smashed them Unknowing in their beds and ran out with their bodies, The blood dripping behind him, back
40 To his lair, delighted with his night's slaughter. At daybreak, with the sun's first light, they saw
How well he had worked, and in that gray morning Broke their long feast with tears and laments For the dead. Hrothgar, their lord, sat joyless
45 In Herot, a mighty prince mourning The fate of his lost friends and companions, Knowing by its tracks that some demon had torn His followers apart. He wept, fearing The beginning might not be the end. And that night
50 Grendel came again, so set On murder that no crime could ever be enough, No savage assault quench his lust For evil. Then each warrior tried To escape him, searched for rest in different
55 Beds, as far from Herot as they could find, Seeing how Grendel hunted when they slept. Distance was safety; the only survivors Were those who fled him. Hate had triumphed.
So Grendel ruled, fought with the righteous, 60 One against many, and won; so Herot
Stood empty, and stayed deserted for years, Twelve winters of grief for Hrothgar, king Of the Danes, sorrow heaped at his door By hell-forged hands. His misery leaped
65 The seas, was told and sung in all Men's ears: how Grendel's hatred began, How the monster relished his savage war On the Danes, keeping the bloody feud Alive, seeking no peace, offering
70 No truce, accepting no settlement, no price In gold or land, and paying the living For one crime only with another. No one Waited for reparation from his plundering claws: That shadow of death hunted in the darkness,
75 Stalked Hrothgar's warriors, old And young, lying in waiting, hidden In mist, invisibly following them from the edge Of the marsh, always there, unseen.
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So mankind's enemy continued his crimes, 80 Killing as often as he could, coming
Alone, bloodthirsty and horrible. Though he lived In Herot, when the night hid him, he never Dared to touch king Hrothgar's glorious Throne, protected by God—God,
85 Whose love Grendel could not know. But Hrothgar's Heart was bent. The best and most noble Of his council debated remedies, sat In secret sessions, talking of the terror And wondering what the bravest of warriors could do.
90 And sometimes they sacrificed to the old stone gods, Made heathen vows, hoping for Hell's Support, the Devil's guidance in driving Their affliction off. That was their way, And the heathen's only hope, Hell
95 Always in their hearts, knowing neither God Nor His passing as He walks through our world, the
Lord Of Heaven and earth; their ears could not hear His praise nor know His glory. Let them Beware, those who are thrust into danger,
100 Clutched at by trouble, yet can carry no solace In their hearts, cannot hope to be better! Hail To those who will rise to God, drop off Their dead bodies and seek our Father's peace!
So the living sorrow of Healfdane's son0 105 Simmered, bitter and fresh, and no wisdom
Or strength could break it: that agony hung On king and people alike, harsh And unending, violent and cruel, and evil.
In his far-off home Beowulf, Higlac's 110 Follower and the strongest of the Geats—greater
And stronger than anyone anywhere in this world— Heard how Grendel filled nights with horror And quickly commanded a boat fitted out, Proclaiming that he'd go to that famous king,
115 Would sail across the sea to Hrothgar, Now when help was needed. None Of the wise ones regretted his going, much As he was loved by the Geats: the omens were good, And they urged the adventure on. So Beowulf
120 Chose the mightiest men he could find, The bravest and best of the Geats, fourteen In all, and led them down to their boat; He knew the sea, would point the prow Straight to that distant Danish shore.
104. Healfdane's son: Hrothgar.
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Beowulf arrives in Denmark and is directed to Herot, the guest- hall of King Hrothgar. The king sends his thane Wulfgar to greet the visitors.
The Arrival of the Hero
125 Then Wulfgar went to the door and addressed The waiting seafarers with soldier's words:
"My lord, the great king of the Danes, commands me To tell you that he knows of your noble birth And that having come to him from over the open
130 Sea you have come bravely and are welcome. Now go to him as you are, in your armor and helmets, But leave your battle shields here, and your spears, Let them lie waiting for the promises your words May make."
Beowulf arose, with his men 135 Around him, ordering a few to remain
With their weapons, leading the others quickly Along under Herat's steep roof into Hrothgar's Presence. Standing on that prince's own hearth, Helmeted, the silvery metal of his mail shirt
140 Gleaming with a smith's high art, he greeted The Danes' great lord:
"Hail, Hrothgar! Higlac is my cousin0 and my king; the days Of my youth have been filled with glory. Now Grendel's Name has echoed in our land: sailors
145 Have brought us stories of Herot, the best Of all mead-halls, deserted and useless when the moon Hangs in skies the sun had lit, Light and life fleeing together. My .people have said, the wisest, most knowing
150 And best of them, that my duty was to go to the Danes' Great King. They have seen my strength for themselves, Have watched me rise from the darkness of war, Dripping with my enemies' blood. I drove Five great giants into chains, chased
155 All of that race from the earth. I swam In the blackness of night, hunting monsters Out of the ocean, and killing them one By one; death was my errand and the fate They had earned. Now Grendel and 1 are called
160 Together, and I've come. Grant me, then, Lord and protector of this noble place, A single request! I have come so far, Oh shelterer of warriors and your people's loved friend, That this one favor you should not refuse me—
165 That I, alone and with the help of my men, May purge all evil from this hall. I have heard,
142. cousin: meaning "relative." Higlac is Beowulf s uncle and feudal lord.
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Too, that the monster's scorn of men Is so great that he needs no weapons and fears none. Nor will I. My lord Higlac
170 Might think less of me if I let my sword Go where my feet were afraid to, if I hid Behind some broad linden shield:0 my hands Alone shall fight for me, struggle for life Against the monster. God must decide
175 Who will be given to death's cold grip. Grendel's plan, I think, will be What it has been before, to invade this hall And gorge his belly with our bodies. If he can, If he can. And I think, if my time will have come,
180 There'll be nothing to mourn over, no corpse to prepare For its grave: Grendel will carry our bloody Flesh to the moors, crunch on our bones And smear torn scraps of our skin on the walls Of his den. No, I expect no Danes
185 Will fret about sewing our shrouds,0 if he wins. And if death does take me, send the hammered Mail of my armor to Higlac, return The inheritance I had from Hrethel,0 and he From Wayland.0 Fate will unwind as it must!"
190 Hrothgar replied, protector of the Danes: "Beowulf, you've come to us in friendship, and
because Of the reception your father found at our court. Edgetho had begun a bitter feud, Killing Hathlaf, a Wulfing warrior:0
195 Your father's countrymen were afraid of war, If he returned to his home, and they turned him away. Then he traveled across the curving waves To the land of the Danes. I was new to the throne, Then, a young man ruling this wide
200 Kingdom and its golden city: Hergar, My older brother, a far better man Than I, had died and dying made me, Second among Healfdane's sons, first In this nation. I bought the end of Edgetho's
205 Quarrel, sent ancient treasures through the ocean's Furrows to the Wulfings; your father swore He'd keep that peace. My tongue grows heavy, And my heart, when I try to tell you what Grendel Has brought us, the damage he's done, here
210 In this hall. You see for yourself how much smaller Our ranks have become, and can guess what we've lost To his terror. Surely the Lord Almighty Could stop his madness, smother his lust! How many times have my men, glowing
172. linden shield: shield made of wood of the linden tree.
185. shrouds: cloths used to wrap a body for burial.
188. Hrethel: Beowulf s grandfather, former king of the Geats. 189. Wayland: a smith celebrated for his wonderful workmanship in making swords and shirts of ringed metal (mail shirts).
194. Wulfing warrior: the Wulfings were a Germanic tribe. Hrothgar's queen might have been a Wulfing.
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Celtic bronze vessel. Sutton Hoo Ship treasure (7th century).
British Museum.
215 With courage drawn from too many cups
Of ale, sworn to stay after dark
And stem that horror with a sweep of their swords.
And then, in the morning, this mead-hall glittering
With new light would be drenched with blood, the
benches
220 Stained red, the floors, all wet from that fiend's
Savage assault—and my soldiers would be fewer
Still, death taking more and more.
But to table, Beowulf, a banquet in your honor:
Let us toast your victories, and talk of the future."
225 Then Hrothgar's men gave places to the Geats,
Yielded benches to the brave visitors
And led them to the feast. The keeper of the mead
Came carrying out the carved flasks,
And poured that bright sweetness. A poet
230 Sang, from time to time, in a clear
Pure voice. Danes and visiting Geats
Celebrated as one, drank and rejoiced.
Unferth's Challenge
Unferth spoke, Ecglafs son,
Who sat at Hrothgar's feet, spoke harshly
235 And sharp (vexed by Beowulf s adventure,
By their visitor's courage, and angry that anyone
In Denmark or anywhere on earth had ever
Acquired glory and fame greater
Than his own): "You're Beowulf, are you—the same
240 Boastful fool who fought a swimming
Match with Brecca, both of you daring
And young and proud, exploring the deepest
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Seas, risking your lives for no reason But the danger? All older and wiser heads warned you
245 Not to, but no one could check such pride. With Brecca at your side you swam along The sea-paths, your swift-moving hands pulling you Over the ocean's face. Then winter Churned through the water, the waves ran you
250 As they willed, and you struggled seven long nights To survive. And at the end victory was his, Not yours. The sea carried him close To his home, to southern Norway, near The land of the Brondings, where he ruled and was
loved, Where his treasure was piled and his strength
255 protected His towns and his people. He'd promised to outswim
you: Bonstan's son0 made that boast ring true. You've been lucky in your battles, Beowulf, but I think Your luck may change if you challenge Grendel,
260 Staying a whole night through in this hall, Waiting where that fiercest of demons can find you."
Beowulf answered, Edgetho's great son: "Ah! Unferth, my friend, your face
Is hot with ale, and your tongue has tried 265 To tell us about Brecca's doings. But the truth
Is simple: no man swims in the sea As I can, no strength is a match for mine. As boys, Brecca and I had boasted— We were both too young to know better—that we'd risk
270 Our lives far out at sea, and so We did. Each of us carried a naked Sword, prepared for whales or the swift Sharp teeth and beaks of needlefish. He could never leave me behind, swim faster
275 Across the waves than I could, and I Had chosen to remain close to his side. I remained near him for five long nights, Until a flood swept us apart; The frozen sea surged around me,
280 It grew dark, the wind turned bitter, blowing From the north, and the waves were savage. Creatures Who sleep deep in the sea were stirred Into life—and the iron hammered links Of my mail shirt, these shining bits of metal
285 Woven across my breast, saved me From death. A monster seized me, drew me Swiftly toward the bottom, swimming with its claws Tight in my flesh. But fate let me Find its heart with my sword, hack myself
290 Free; I fought that beast's last battle, Left it floating lifeless in the sea.
257. Bonstan's son: Brecca's father was Bonstan.
Anglo-Saxon gold buckle. Sutton Hoo Ship treasure (7th century).
British Museum.
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"Other monsters crowded around me, Continually attacking. I treated them politely, Offering the edge of my razor-sharp sword.
295 But the feast, I think, did not please them, filled Their evil bellies with no banquet-rich food, Thrashing there at the bottom of the sea; By morning they'd decided to sleep on the shore, Lying on their backs, their blood spilled out
300 On the sand. Afterwards, sailors could cross That sea-road and feel no fear; nothing Would stop their passing. Then God's bright beacon Appeared in the east, the water lay still, And at last I could see the land, wind-swept
305 Cliff walls at the edge of the coast. Fate saves The living when they drive away death by themselves! Lucky or not, nine was the number Of sea-huge monsters I killed. What man, Anywhere under Heaven's high arch, has fought
310 In such darkness, endured more misery or been harder Pressed? Yet I survived the sea, smashed The monsters' hot jaws, swam home from my journey. The swift-flowing waters swept me along And I landed on Finnish soil. I've heard
315 No tales of you, Unferth, telling Of such clashing terror, such contests in the night! Brecca's battles were never so bold; Neither he nor you can match me—and I mean No boast, have announced no more than I know To be true. And there's more: you murdered your
320 brothers, Your own close kin. Words and bright wit Won't help your soul; you'll suffer hell's fires, Unferth, forever tormented. Ecglaf s Proud son, if your hands were as hard, your heart
325 As fierce as you think it, no fool would dare To raid your hall, ruin Herot And oppress its prince, as Grendel has done. But he's learned that terror is his alone, Discovered he can come for your people with no fear
330 Of reprisal; he's found no fighting, here, But only food, only delight. He murders as he likes, with no mercy, gorges And feasts on your flesh, and expects no trouble, No quarrel from the quiet Danes. Now
335 The Geats will show him courage, soon He can test his strength in battle. And when the sun Comes up again, opening another Bright day from the south, anyone in Denmark May enter this hall: that evil will be gone!"
340 Hrothgar, gray-haired and brave, sat happily Listening, the famous ring-giver sure,
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At last, that Grendel could be killed; he believed In Beowulf s bold strength and the firmness of his
spirit. There was the sound of laughter, and the cheerful
clanking 345 Of cups, and pleasant words. Then Welthow,
Hrothgar's gold-ringed queen, greeted The warriors; a noble woman who knew What was right, she raised a flowing cup To Hrothgar first, holding it high
350 For the lord of the Danes to drink, wishing him Joy in that feast. The famous king Drank with pleasure and blessed their banquet. Then Welthow went from warrior to warrior, Pouring a portion from the jeweled cup
355 For each, till the bracelet-wearing queen Had carried the mead-cup among them and it was
Beowulf s Turn to be served. She saluted the Geats' Great prince, thanked God for answering her prayers, For allowing her hands the happy duty
360 Of offering mead to a hero who would help Her afflicted people. He drank what she poured, Edgetho's brave son, then assured the Danish Queen that his heart was firm and his hands Ready:
"When we crossed the sea, my comrades 365 And I, I already knew that all
My purpose was this: to win the good will Of your people or die in battle, pressed In Grendel's fierce grip. Let me live in greatness And courage, or here in this hall welcome
370 My death!" Welthow was pleased with his words,
His bright-tongued boasts; she carried them back To her lord, walked nobly across to his side.
The feast went on, laughter and music And the brave words of warriors celebrating
375 Their delight. Then Hrothgar rose, Healfdane's Son, heavy with sleep; as soon As the sun had gone, he knew that Grendel Would come to Herot, would visit that hall When night had covered the earth with its net
380 And the shapes of darkness moved black and silent Through the world. Hrothgar's warriors rose with him.
He went to Beowulf, embraced the Geats' Brave prince, wished him well, and hoped That Herot would be his to command. And then
385 He declared:
"No one strange to this land Has ever been granted what I've given you, No one in all the years of my rule.
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Two drinking horns. Sutton Hoo Ship treasure (7th century).
British Museum.
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Make this best of all mead-halls yours, and then Keep it free of evil, fight With glory in your heart! Purge Herot And your ship will sail home with its treasure-holds
full."
The feast ends. Beowulf and his men take the place of Hrothgar' s followers and lie down to sleep in Herot. Beowulf, however, is
wakeful, eager to meet his enemy.
The Battle with Grendel
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Out from the marsh, from the foot of misty Hills and bogs, bearing God's hatred, Grendel came, hoping to kill
395 Anyone he could trap on this trip to high Herot. He moved quickly through the cloudy night, Up from his swampland, sliding silently Toward that gold-shining hall. He had visited Hrothgar's Home before, knew the way —
400 But never, before nor after that night, Found Herot defended so firmly, his reception So harsh. He journeyed, forever joyless, Straight to the door, then snapped it open, Tore its iron fasteners with a touch
405 And rushed angrily over the threshold, He strode quickly across the inlaid Floor, snarling and fierce: his eyes Gleamed in the darkness, burned with a gruesome Light. Then he stopped, seeing the hall
410 Crowded with sleeping warriors, stuffed With rows of young soldiers resting together. And his heart laughed, he relished the sight, Intended to tear the life from those bodies By morning; the monster's mind was hot
415 With the thought of food and the feasting his belly Would soon know. But fate, that night, intended Grendel to gnaw the broken bones Of his last human supper. Human Eyes were watching his evil steps,
420 Waiting to see his swift hard claws. Grendel snatched at the first Geat He came to, ripped him apart, cut His body to bits with powerful jaws, Drank the blood from his veins and bolted
425 Him down, hands and feet; death And Grendel's great teeth came together, Snapping life shut. Then he stepped to another Still body, clutched at Beowulf with his claws,
Grasped at a strong-hearted wakeful sleeper 430 — And was instantly seized himself, claws
Bent back as Beowulf leaned up on one arm. That shepherd of evil, guardian of crime,
Knew at once that nowhere on earth Had he met a man whose hands were harder;
435 His mind was flooded with fear — but nothing Could take his talons and himself from that tight
Gold ornament for a shield. Sutton Hoo Ship treasure (7th century).
British Museum.
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Hard grip. Granders one thought was to run From Beowulf, flee back to his marsh and hide there: This was a different Herot than the hall he had emptied.
440 But Higlac's follower remembered his final Boast and. standing erect, stopped The monster's flight., fastened those claws In his fists t i l l they cracked, clutched Grendel Closer. The infamous killer fought
445 For his freedom, wanting no flesh but retreat, Desiring nothing but escape; his claws Had been caught, he was trapped. That trip to Herot Was a miserable journey for the writhing monster!
The high hall rang, its roof boards swayed, 450 And Danes shook with terror. Down
The aisles the battle swept, angry And wild. Herot trembled, wonderfully Built to withstand the blows, the struggling Great bodies beating at its beautiful walls;
455 Shaped and fastened with iron, inside And out, artfully worked, the building Stood firm. Its benches rattled, fell To the floor, gold-covered boards grating As Grendel and Beowulf battled across them.
460 Hrothgar's wise men had fashioned Herot To stand forever; only fire, They had planned, could shatter what such skill had put Together, swallow in hot flames such splendor Of ivory and iron and wood. Suddenly
465 The sounds changed, the Danes started In new terror, cowering in their beds as the terrible Screams of the Almighty's enemy sang In the darkness, the horrible shrieks of pain And defeat, the tears torn out of Grendel's
470 Taut throat, hell's captive caught in the arms Of him who of all the men on earth Was the strongest.
That mighty protector of men Meant to hold the monster till its life Leaped out, knowing the fiend was no use
475 To anyone in Denmark. All of Beowulf s Band had jumped from their beds, ancestral Swords raised and ready, determined To protect their prince if they could. Their courage Was great but all wasted: they could hack at Grendel
480 From every side, trying to open A path for his evil soul, but their points Could not hurt him, the sharpest and hardest iron Could not scratch at his skin, for that sin-stained demon Had bewitched all men's weapons, laid spells
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485 That blunted every mortal man's blade. And yet his time had come, his days Were over, his death near; down To hell he would go, swept groaning and helpless To the waiting hands of still worse fiends.
490 Now he discovered—once the afflictor Of men, tormentor of their days—what it meant To feud with Almighty God: Grendel Saw that his strength was deserting him, his claws Bound fast, Higlac's brave follower tearing at
495 His hands. The monster's hatred rose higher, But his power had gone. He twisted in pain, And the bleeding sinews deep in his shoulder Snapped, muscle and bone split And broke. The battle was over, Beowulf
500 Had been granted new glory: Grendel escaped, But wounded as he was could flee to his den, His miserable hole at the bottom of the marsh, Only to die, to wait for the end Of all his days. And after that bloody
505 Combat the Danes laughed with delight. He who had come to them from across the sea, Bold and strong-minded, had driven affliction Off, purged Herot clean. He was happy, Now, with that night's fierce work; the Danes Had been served as he'd boasted he'd serve them;
510 Beowulf, A prince of the Geats, had killed Grendel, Ended the grief, the sorrow, the suffering Forced on Hrothgar's helpless people By a bloodthirsty fiend. No Dane doubted
515 The victory, for the proof, hanging high From the rafters where Beowulf had hung it, was the
monster's Arm, claw and shoulder and all.
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And then, in the morning, crowds surrounded Herot, warriors coming to that hall
520 From faraway lands, princes and leaders Of men hurrying to behold the monster's Great staggering tracks. They gaped with no sense Of sorrow, felt no regret for his suffering, Went tracing his bloody footprints, his beaten
525 And lonely flight, to the edge of the lake Where he'd dragged his corpselike way, doomed And already weary of his vanishing life. The water was bloody, steaming and boiling In horrible pounding waves, heat
530 Sucked from his magic veins; but the swirling Surf had covered his death, hidden
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Deep in murky darkness his miserable End, as hell opened to receive him.
Then old and young rejoiced, turned back From that happy pilgrimage, mounted their hard-
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Horses, high-spirited stallions, and rode them Slowly toward Herot again, retelling
Beowulf s bravery as they jogged along. And over and over they swore that nowhere On earth or under the spreading sky Or between the seas, neither south nor north, Was there a warrior worthier to rule over men. (But no one meant Beowulf s praise to belittle Hrothgar, their kind and gracious king!)
Grendel's monster mother, in grief for her son, next attacks
Herot, and in her dripping claws carries off one man—Hrothgar's closest friend. The monster also carries off Grendel's arm, which
Beowulf had hung high from the rafters. Beowulf is awakened and called for again. In one of the most famous verses in the
epic, the old king describes where Grendel and his mother are
said to live.
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545 "They live in secret places, windy Cliffs, wolf-dens where water pours From the rocks, then runs underground, where mist Steams like black clouds, and the groves of trees Growing out over their lake are all covered
550 With frozen spray, and wind down snakelike Roots that reach as far as the water And help keep it dark. At night that lake Burns like a torch. No one knows its bottom, No wisdom reaches such depths. A deer,
555 Hunted through the woods by packs of hounds, A stage with great horns, though driven through the
forest From faraway places, prefers to die On those shores, refuses to save its life In that water. It isn't far, nor is it
560 A pleasant spot! When the wind stirs And storms, waves splash toward the sky, As dark as the air, as black as the rain That the heavens weep. Our only help, Again, lies with you. Grendel's mother
565 Is hidden in her terrible home, in a place You've not seen. Seek it, if you dare! Save us, Once more, and again twisted gold, Heaped-up ancient treasure, will reward you For the battle you win!"
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Carrying the sword Hrunting, Beowulf goes to the lake where
the monster's mother has her underwater lair. Then, fully armed,
he makes a heroic dive to the depths of this watery Hell.
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570 He leaped into the lake, would not wait for anyone's Answer; the heaving water covered him Over. For hours he sank through the waves; At last he saw the mud of the bottom. And all at once the greedy she-wolf Who'd ruled those waters for half a hundred Years discovered him, saw that a creature From above had come to explore the bottom Of her wet world. She welcomed him in her claws, Clutched at him savagely but could not harm him, Tried to work her fingers through the tight Ring-woven mail on his breast, but tore And scratched in vain. Then she carried him, armor And sword and all, to her home; he struggled To free his weapon, and failed. The fight Brought other monsters swimming to see Her catch, a host of sea beasts who beat at His mail shirt, stabbing with tusks and teeth As they followed along. Then he realized, suddenly, That she'd brought him into someone's battle hall,
590 And there the water's heat could not jiurt him, Nor anything in the lake attack him through The building's high-arching roof. A brilliant Light burned all around him, the lake Itself like a fiery flame.
Then he saw 595 The mighty water witch, and swung his sword,
His ring-marked blade, straight at her head; The iron sang its fierce song, Sang Beowulf's strength. But her guest Discovered that no sword could slice her evil
600 Skin, that Hrunting could not hurt her, was useless Now when he needed it. They wrestled, she ripped
And tore and clawed at him, bit holes in his helmet, And that too failed him; for the first time in years Of being worn to war it would earn no glory;
605 It was the last time anyone would wear it. But Beowulf Longed only for fame, leaped back Into battle. He tossed his sword aside, Angry; the steel-edged blade lay where He'd dropped it. If weapons were useless he'd use
610 His hands, the strength in his fingers. So fame Comes to the men who mean to win it And care about nothing else! He raised
Swedish sword (10th century).
Statens Historiska Museer, Stockholm.
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His arms and seized her by the shoulder; anger Doubled his strength, he threw her to the floor.
615 She fell, Grendel's fierce mother, and the Geats' Proud prince was ready to leap on her. But she rose At once and repaid him with her clutching claws, Wildly tearing at him. He was weary, that best And strongest of soldiers; his feet stumbled
620 And in an instant she had him down, held helpless. Squatting with her weight on his stomach, she drew A dagger, brown with dried blood, and prepared To avenge her only son. But he was stretched On his back, and her stabbing blade was blunted
625 By the woven mail shirt he wore on his chest. The hammered links held; the point Could not touch him. He'd have traveled to the bottom
of the earth, Edgetho's son, and died there, if that shining Woven metal had not helped — and Holy
630 God, who sent him victory, gave judgment For truth and right, Ruler of the Heavens, Once Beowulf was back on his feet and fighting.
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Then he saw, hanging on the wall, a heavy Sword, hammered by giants, strong
635 And blessed with their magic, the best of all weapons But so massive that no ordinary man could lift Its carved and decorated length. He drew it From its scabbard, broke the chain on its hilt, And then, savage, now, angry
640 And desperate, lifted it high over his head And struck with all the strength he had left, Caught her in the neck and cut it through, Broke bones and all. Her body fell To the floor, lifeless, the sword was wet
645 With her blood, and Beowulf rejoiced at the sight. The brilliant light shone, suddenly,
As though burning in that hall, and as bright as , Heaven's
Own candle, lit in the sky. He looked At her home, then following along the wall
650 Went walking, his hands tight on the sword, His heart still angry. He was hunting another Dead monster, and took his weapon with him For final revenge against Grendel's vicious Attacks, his nighttime raids, over
655 And over, coming to Herot when Hrothgar's Men slept, killing them in their beds, Eating some on the spot, fifteen Or more, and running to his loathsome moor With another such sickening meal waiting
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660 In his pouch. But Beowulf repaid him for those visits, Found him lying dead in his corner, Armless, exactly as that fierce fighter Had sent him out from Herot, then struck off
His head with a single swift blow. The body 665 Jerked for the last time, then lay still.
Beowulf carries the head of Grendel to King Hrothgar and then
returns gift-laden to the land of the Geats, where he succeeds to
the throne. After fifty winters pass, Beowulf, now an old man,
faces his final task: He must fight a dragon who, angry because
a thief had stolen a jeweled cup from its hoard of gold, is laying waste to the Geats' land. Beowulf and eleven warriors are guided
to the dragon's lair by the thief who stole the cup. For Beowulf, the price of this last victory will be great.
The hero Sigurd battling the dragon. Detail of a carved portal of Hyllestad Stave-Church, Setesdal, Norway (12th century).
Universitetets, Oldsaksamling, Oslo.
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Then he said farewell to his followers, Each in his turn, for the last time:
"I'd use no sword, no weapon, if this beast Could be killed without it, crushed to death
670 Like Grendel, gripped in my hands and torn Limb from limb. But his breath will be burning Hot, poison will pour from his tongue. I feel no shame, with shield and sword And armor, against this monster: when he comes to me
675 I mean to stand, not run from his shooting Flames, stand till fate decides Which of us wins. My heart is firm, My hands calm: I need no hot Words. Wait for me close by, my friends.
680 We shall see, soon, who will survive This bloody battle, stand when the fighting Is done. No one else could do What I mean to, here, no man but me Could hope to defeat this monster. No one
685 Could try. And this dragon's treasure, his gold And everything hidden in that tower, will be mine Or war will sweep me to a bitter death!"
Then Beowulf rose, still brave, still strong And with his shield at his side, and a mail shirt on his
breast, 690 Strode calmly, confidently, toward the tower, under
The rocky cliffs: no coward could have walked there! And then he who'd endured dozens of desperate Battles, who'd stood boldly while swords and shields Clashed, the best of kings, saw
695 Huge stone arches and felt the heat Of the dragon's breath, flooding down Through the hidden entrance, too hot for anyone To stand, a streaming current of fire And smoke that blocked all passage. And the Geats'
700 Lord and leader, angry, lowered His sword and roared out a battle cry, A call so loud and clear that it reached through The hoary rock, hung in the dragon's Ear. The beast rose, angry,
705 Knowing a man had come—and then nothing But war could have followed. Its breath came first. A steaming cloud pouring from the stone, Then the earth itself shook. Beowulf Swung his shield into place, held it
710 In front of him, facing the entrance. The dragon Coiled and uncoiled, its heart urging it Into battle. Beowulf s ancient sword
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Celtic bronze shield (1st century).
British Museum.
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Was waiting, unsheathed, his sharp and gleaming
Blade. The beast came closer; both of them Were ready, each set on slaughter. The Geats'
Great prince stood firm, unmoving, prepared
Behind his high shield, waiting in his shining Armor. The monster came quickly toward him,
Pouring out fire and smoke, hurrying To its fate. Flames beat at the iron
Shield, and for a time it held, protected
Beowulf as he'd planned; then it began to melt, And for the first time in his life that famous prince
Fought with fate against him, with glory
Denied him. He knew it, but he raised his sword
And struck at the dragon's scaly hide.
The ancient blade broke, bit into The monster's skin, drew blood, but cracked
And failed him before it went deep enough, helped him
Less than he needed. The dragon leaped
With pain, thrashed and beat at him, spouting Murderous flames, spreading them everywhere.
And the Geats' ring-giver did not boast of glorious Victories in other wars: his weapon
Had failed him, deserted him, now when he needed it Most, that excellent sword. Edgetho's
Famous son stared at death,
Unwilling to leave this world, to exchange it
For a dwelling in some distant place—a journey
Into darkness that all men must make, as death Ends their few brief hours on earth.
Quickly, the dragon came at him, encouraged
As Beowulf fell back; its breath flared, And he suffered, wrapped around in swirling
Flames—a king, before, but now
A beaten warrior. None of his comrades
Came to him, helped him, his brave and noble Followers; they ran for their lives, fled
Deep in a wood. And only one of them Remained, stood there, miserable, remembering,
As a good man must, what kinship should mean. . . .
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His name was Wiglaf, he was Wexstan's son
And a good soldier; his family had been Swedish, Once. Watching Beowulf, he could see
How his king was suffering, burning. Remembering
Everything his lord and cousin had given him, Armor and gold and the great estates
Wexstan's family enjoyed, Wiglaf s
Mind was made up; he raised his yellow Shield and drew his sword . . . .
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And Wiglaf, his heart heavy, uttered The kind of words his comrades deserved:
"I remember how we sat in the mead-hall, drinking And boasting of how brave we'd be when Beowulf
765 Needed us, he who gave us these swords And armor: all of us swore to repay him, When the time came, kindness for kindness —With our lives, if he needed them. He allowed us to
join him, Chose us from all his great army, thinking
770 Our boasting words had some weight, believing Our promises, trusting our swords. He took us For soldiers, for men. He meant to kill This monster himself, our mighty king, Fight this battle alone and unaided,
775 As in the days when his strength and daring dazzled Men's eyes. But those days are over and gone And now our lord must lean on younger Arms. And we must go to him, while angry Flames burn at his flesh, help
780 Our glorious king! By almighty God, I'd rather burn myself than see Flames swirling around my lord. And who are we to carry home Our shields before we've slain his enemy
785 And ours, to run back to our homes with Beowulf So hard-pressed here? I swear that nothing He ever did deserved an end Like this, dying miserably and alone, Butchered by this savage beast: we swore
790 That these swords and armor were each for us all!". . .
Together, Beowulf and the young Wiglaf kill the dragon, but the old king is fatally wounded. Beowulf, thinking of his people, asks to see the monster's treasure. Wiglaf enters the dragon's cave and finds a priceless hoard of jewels and gold.
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Then Wiglaf went back, anxious To return while Beowulf was alive, to bring him Treasure they'd won together. He ran, Hoping his wounded king, weak
795 And dying, had not left the world too soon. Then he brought their treasure to Beowulf, and found His famous king bloody, gasping For breath. But Wiglaf sprinkled water Over his lord, until the words
800 Deep in his breast broke through and were heard. Beholding the treasure he spoke, haltingly:
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"For this, this gold, these jewels, I thank
Our Father in Heaven, Ruler of the Earth—
For all of this, that His grace has given me,
805 Allowed me to bring to my people while breath
Still came to my lips. I sold my life
For this treasure, and I sold it well. Take
What I leave, Wiglaf, lead my people,
Help them; my time is gone. Have
810 The brave Geats build me a tomb,
When the funeral flames have burned me, and build it
Here, at the water's edge, high
On this spit of land, so sailors can see This tower, and remember my name, and call it
815 Beowulf s tower, and boats in the darkness
And mist, crossing the sea, will know it."
Then that brave king gave the golden
Necklace from around his throat to Wiglaf,
Gave him his gold-covered helmet, and his rings,
820 And his mail shirt, and ordered him to use them well:
"You're the last of all our far-flung family.
Fate has swept our race away,
Taken warriors in their strength and led them
To the death that was waiting. And now I follow them."
825 The old man's mouth was silent, spoke
No more, had said as much as it could;
He would sleep in the fire, soon. His soul
Left his flesh, flew to glory.
Wiglaf berates the faithless warriors who had not gone to the
aid of their king. With sorrow, the Geats then cremate the corpse
of their greatest king. They place his ashes, along with all of the
dragon's treasure, in a huge burial mound by the sea, where it
can be seen by voyagers.
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And then twelve of the bravest Geats
830 Rode their horses around the tower,
Telling their sorrow, telling stories
Of their dead king and his greatness, his glory,
Praising him for heroic deeds, for a life
As noble as his name. So should all men
835 Raise up words for their lords, warm
With love, when their shield and protector leaves
His body behind, sends his soul
On high. And so Beowulf s followers
Rode, mourning their beloved leader,
840 Crying that no better king had ever
Lived, no prince so mild, no man
So open to his people, so deserving of praise.
Swedish gold collar (6th century).
Statens Historiska Museer, Stockholm.
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