The Tale of Beowulf

rothgar the helm

iend mine, for b

is kindly hast s

father the mos

was he forsooth

ylfings. The fo

dread that while

seek to the folk

llow, to the Scyld

wielding the weal

holding in youth

e heroes. Dead t

brethren; un

bairn that was

n thereafter with

lfing folk over

time; he swore

mind that need

oms, of Grend

art, and he wit

framed; the host

s waned; Weird

ndel. It is God no

doltish from dee

they boasted with

battle all ove

e beer-hall wou

endel with the

mead-hall in the t

gore-stain'd when d

the benches with b

h sword-gore: of

oughty, for them

feast and unbind

nto men as the min

Geat-folk and t

r-hall a bench b

t-hearted hied

ight: a thane mi

pbare an ale-

er mead; whiles

art-hall; joy

little of Danes