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66 foe, all blameless as of old.” There to the Son of Halfdane, whom ‘Shield of jarls’ they call, To Beowulf presented treasures twelve in hall. And bade him with these giftings his own, his dear domain To seek in weal and safety, and quickly come again. And then the Lord of Scyldings, the King of birth so high, Kissed the best of aethelings and clasped his neck thereby; The tears they were afalling from him, the old man hoar;Two likelihoods he thought of-but one of them the more: That never thereafter might they each other scan, Proud men in parley. So lief was him this man That now his breast’s upheaving seemed too much to bear; Bound within his bosom a secret longing there After the man beloved burned into his blood. But Beowulf thence away the grass-plain trod, War-man, gold- proud, fain of treasure-fee. There at anchor riding, a goer-on-the-sea Was its master biding. And marching to the main, The Geatmen spoke of Hrothgar’s boon again and yet again. That was a King all spotless... till from his joys of strength Eld, that scathes so many men, took him too at length. |
