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Ringler, Dick / Beowulf: A New Translation for Oral Delivery (May 2005)

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+1a1a(i) The son of Ecgtheow
1a1a(i) said in parting:
+3e1 "O sorrowing king!
1a1a(ii) Son of Healfdene!
3e*1 Graciously recall,
2950 2b2b as I go to perform
+2a1a(i) this special service,
3b*1b what we spoke of before,
e1d that if I should die
d1a while daringly
1a*1b acting in your interest,
3b2b you would afterward play
+1a1b(i) the part of a father
3b1c toward a departed son.
2c1- Dread Hrothgar!
2960 2c1a If death takes me,
+1a1a(i) protect and cherish
+1a*1a(i) my trusting companions,
+3e1 my sorrowing thanes,
+1d1 and send Hygelac
2c1a the great treasures
+2a1a(ii) you gave me yesterday;
2b2b when he looks on those gifts
2b2a the lord of the Geats,
+1a1a(i) the son of Hrethel,
2970 2b1a will see at once
2c1b that I found favor
2b2b with a friend and enjoyed
+2a1a(i) his loving bounty
2b2a as long as I could.
2c1a And let Unferth,
3b2b that illustrious man,
2c1b have my own weapon,
3b1a my heirloom blade
3b*1b full of swirling designs;
2980 2c1b with his sword Hrunting
2b1b I will do great deeds
2c1a or die trying."
3b*1a At once then, without
1a*1a(i) waiting a moment
+1a1a(i) for pause or parley,
2b2a the prince of the Geats
1a1b(i) leapt in the water
+1a1a(i) that lapped beneath him.
2c1b While he dove downward
2990 2b1a the day slipped by,
2b2b but at last he made out
+2a1a(i) the loathsome bottom.
3b*1a She saw him at once,
2c1b the obscene creature
2b1c who had controlled the sea's
3e1 terrible depths
3b1b for a hundred years:
+2a1a(i) a human being
1a*1a(i) raiding her monstrous
3000 2b2- realm from above!
1d*1(i) Swooping suddenly,
+1a1a(i) she seized the hero
+2a1a(i) in cruel clutches,
3f1b but her claws failed
d1a to injure him;
3b1a the iron rings
2b1b of his mail ensured
3b1b that she might not pierce
2c1a that linked war-shirt
3010 2c1b with her long talons.
1a*1a(i) Reaching the bottom,
+2a1a(i) the raging sea-wolf
1d1 bore Beowulf
3b1b to her bloody lair,
3e*1 holding him so tight
3b*1c that he was helpless to wield
+1a*1a(i) a weapon, no matter
3b*1a how wildly he tried;
+2a1a(i) and meanwhile many
3020 +2a1a(ii) amazing sea-creatures
+1a1a(i) attacked his armor
2b1a with tusks and fangs,
1a*2a(ii) sorely assailing him.
1a1a(i) Soon he noticed
++1a*1a(i) they had entered an eerie
3e1 undersea hall
3b1b where the turbid waves
3b*1b could not touch him at all,
2b2a while high overhead
3030 3b1a a hollow vault
1a*1a(i) kept out the water.
3b*1b How uncanny it was
3b1b that a blazing fire
d1b should be burning there!
2b2b But its light let him see
+2a1a(i) the loathsome she-wolf
3b1b of the ocean depths.
+2a1a(iii) He instantly struck her
3b1a an awesome blow
3040 2b1a with all his might:
2c1a he let Hrunting
2c1b play a loud war-tune
e1b on her skull,
3b1b but discovered then
2c1b that the keen weapon
2a1a(i) could not harm her;
+2a1a(i) its famous edges
1d1 failed Beowulf
2b1b in his hour of need,
3050 +2e1b though always in the past
a1d it had been successful
2b2a when swung against hard
1a*1a(i) helmets and mailcoats.
1a1a(i) Here, however,
+2a1a(i) the famous weapon
1d1 failed shamefully.
1a*1a(i) Wholly undaunted,
2a1a(iii) Hygelac's nephew
2b1- fixed his mind
3060 +1a1a(i) on feats of valor;
1a*1a(i) throbbing with anger
3b*1a he threw down the sword
2c1b with its steel edges
2c1a and strange patterns
2b2b so it rang on the ground.
3b1a He reckoned now
2c1b on his sure hand-grip---
2b2a which shows how a man
2b2a must act, if he aims
3070 2c1a to earn glory,
1a*1a(i) rightly despising
1a1b(i) risks and reversals.
1a1a(ii) Prompt and pitiless,
2b2a the prince of the Geats
1a1a(i) grabbed the shoulder
+2a1a(i) of Grendel's mother;
2e1a raging with wrath
+3e1 he wrestled her down,
1a1b(i) fierce and relentless,
3080 2b2b and she fell to the earth.
++1a1b(i) She was quick to requite him
d1b with a counterblow,
1d*1(ii) lashing out lethally
2c1b with her long talons.
1a*1a(i) Weary, exhausted,
+2a1a(iii) the warrior stumbled,
1a1a(i) lost his footing
2b2a and lurched to the ground.
+1a1a(i) She drew the bright-edged
3090 2e1b dagger at her belt
3b*1a and straddled her guest,
2e1b striving to avenge
3b1a her only child,
+1a*1a(i) and only his closely
2a1a(i) woven mailcoat,
+1a*1b the war-dress on his shoulders,
2b1- stopped her knife
d1b from destroying him.
+1a1a(i) The son of Ecgtheow,
3100 +1a*1a(i) the slayer of Grendel,
+1a*1a(i) would doubtless have died there
2b2- deep underground
++1a*1a(i) if that marvel of meshwork
1a1a(i) made by Wayland
+1a1b(i) had failed to protect him
3b*1c and if the Father of all,
1a1a(i) God in heaven,
3b2b had not given him help,
1a*1a(ii) ordering the outcome
3110 +2a1a(iii) with evident justice,
+3e*1 since Beowulf once more
2e1b bounded to his feet.

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