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320 Stone-diverse the street was, straight uplong the path led

The warriors together. There shone the war-byrny

The hard and the hand-lock'd; the ring-iron sheer

Sang over their war-gear, when they to the hall first

In their gear the all-fearful had gat them to ganging.

So then the sea-weary their wide shields set down,

Their war-rounds the mighty, against the hall's wall.

Then bow'd they to bench, and rang there the byrnies,

The war-weed of warriors, and up-stood the spears,

The war-gear of the sea-folk all gather'd together.

330 The ash-holt grey-headed; that host of the iron

With weapons was worshipful. There then a proud chief

Of those lads of the battle speer'd after their line:

Whence ferry ye then the shields golden-faced,

The grey sarks therewith, and the helms all bevisor'd,

And a heap of the war-shafts? Now am I of Hrothgar

The man and the messenger: ne'er saw I of aliens

So many of men more might-like of mood.

I ween that for pride-sake, no wise for wrack-wending

But for high might of mind, ye to Hrothgar have sought.

340 Unto him then the heart-hardy answer'd and spake,

The proud earl of the Weders the word gave aback,

The hardy neath helm: Now of Hygelac are we

The board-fellows; Beowulf e'en is my name,

And word will I say unto Healfdene's son,

To the mighty, the fol

k-lord, what errand is mine,

Yea unto thy lord, if to us he will grant it

That him, who so good is, anon we may greet.

Spake Wulfgar the word, a lord of the Wendels,

And the mood of his heart of a many was kenned,

350 His war and his wisdom: I therefore the Danes' friend

Will lightly be asking, of the lord of the Scyldings,

The dealer of rings, since the boon thou art bidding,

The mighty folk-lord, concerning thine errand,

And swiftly the answer shall do thee to wit

Which the good one to give thee aback may deem meetest.

Then turn'd he in haste to where Hrothgar was sitting

Right old and all hoary mid the host of his earl-folk:

Went the valour-stark; stood he the shoulders before

Of the Dane-lord: well could he the doughty ones' custom.

360 So Wulfgar spake forth to his lord the well-friendly:

Hither are ferry'd now, come from afar off

O'er the field of the ocean, a folk of the Geats;

These men of the battle e'en Beowulf name they

Their elder and chiefest, and to thee are they bidding

That they, O dear lord, with thee may be dealing

In word against word. Now win them no naysay

Of thy speech again-given, O Hrothgar the glad-man:

For they in their war-gear, methinketh, be worthy

Of good deeming of earls; and forsooth naught but doughty

370 Is he who hath led o'er the warriors hither.

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