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

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3b*1a This only provoked
+2a1a(i) the other horrors
d1c into pursuing me;
1120 3b1b but I served them all,
1a1a(i) right and proper,
3b1b with my wrathful blade,
3b1b and the nasty things
2c1a took no pleasure
3b*1b in their bestial attempts
3b*1a to batten on me,
2e1b sitting round a feast
d1b on the sea-bottom.
3b1a When morning came
1130 2c1b they were mere flotsam
3e*1 littering the beach,
2b2- lulled into sleep
+2a1a(i) by iron music,
3b1a and ever since
2b1b they have ceased to be
+2a1a(iii) a serious menace
3b*1a to sailors at sea.
d1a The sun came up,
1a1a(i) God's bright beacon;
1140 +1a1a(i) the gale subsided,
2b1a and soon I saw
1a*1b sea-cliffs in the distance,
1a1a(i) fair and windswept.
1a1a(ii) Fate spares warriors
+1a1b(i) whose days are not numbered
++1a1a(i) and who do their utmost.
3b1b With my mighty sword
3b*1a I managed to kill
1d1 nine sea-monsters.
1150 3b1b I have never heard
++1a*1b of so cruel or conclusive
3b*1b an encounter by night,
++1a1a(i) nor a man more menaced
3b1b in the midnight sea.
2b1c But I survived those foes'
3e*1 venomous assault
2c1b and the flood swept me
2b2- far, far away,
+1a1b(i) alone and exhausted,
1160 2b2b to the land of the Finns.
+2a1a(i) I cannot ever
2c1a recall hearing
++1a1a(i) such a tale of triumph
2b2- told about you---
2c1a your big battles!
1a*1a(i) Breca has never,
3b*1a and neither have you,
2b2- known such success
3b*1a in battle (I scorn
1170 d1a to boast of it!)
3f1c though it is quite clear
++1a1a(i) that you killed your brothers,
2c1a your own kinsmen:
3b1a an evil deed
+1a1a(i) for which, friend Unferth,
3b1b you will one day roast
3e*1 shamefully in hell,
2b2- shrewd though you are.
1a1a(i) Son of Ecglaf,
1180 +2a1a(iii) I say to you frankly
2c1b that this grim monster
1a*1a(i) Grendel would never
+1a1a(i) have wrought such ruin
3b1a to Hrothgar, here
+2e1b in Heorot, if your mind
2b1a were half as bold
d1a or swashbuckling
2b1c as you yourself suppose.
2b1b But the fiend has learned
1190 +1a1b(i) to fear no resistance,
+1a1b(i) no wrath or reprisal
3b*1a from wretches like you,
+1a*1b no vengeance from the valiant
3e1 'Victory Danes.'
2b1b He exacts his toll,
2c1b he exempts no one
3b1a of Scylding blood,
2a1a(i) shredding, ripping,
2a1a(i) gnawing, knowing
1200 3b*1b he has nothing to fear
3b1b from the nerveless Danes.
+1a1b(i) But now I will show him
2c1a the full fierceness
+2e1b and fury of the Geats,
2b2a how they clear accounts.
+1a1a(i) And then, tomorrow,
2c1b when the sun rises
3f1b in the south, clothed
+2a1a(ii) in morning radiance,
1210 2b2- men will again
1a1b(i) laugh in this meadhall,
3b*1a delivered from fear."
1a*1a(i) Hrothgar, the white-haired
1a*1a(i) ruler of Denmark,
2b2a was filled with relief
3f1a and fresh hope
3b*1a that succor was near:
++1a1a(i) he had seen the hero's
2b1- quick resolve
1220 +1a*1a(i) and courage in action.
3e*1 Warriors relaxed
2c1b and the walls echoed
3b1a with winsome words.
2a1a(i) Wealhtheow, Hrothgar's
2b1- queen, adept
+1d1 at court etiquette,
2b1a went round the room,
3e*1 radiant in gold,
2e1a greeting the thanes.
1230 +1a1a(i) She gave the mead-cup
1a1a(i) first to Hrothgar,
+1a*1a(i) the father of Denmark,
3e*1 bidding him be blithe
d1b at the beer-drinking
2b1c since he was loved by all;
+1d1 her lord gratefully
2b1- took the cup
2b2a and turned to the feast.
+2a1a(i) The highborn lady
1240 3b1b of the Helmings next
2b2a served each of the thanes,
2b1a both old and young,
3b1a with mellow mead,
3b1c until the moment came
3b*1a when, circling the room,
3b*1a she slowly drew near
+1a1b(i) the bench in the beer-hall
+3e1 where Beowulf sat.
3b*1a She greeted the prince,
1250 3f1b giving God thanks
3b1b that her long-held wish
2b1b had at last come true,
2b2b that at last she could look
3b1b to a living soul
+1a*1b for solace in her sorrow.
+1a1a(i) The son of Ecgtheow
3b*1a accepted the cup
3f1b with sincere thanks,
+1d1 then spoke earnestly,
1260 1a1a(i) spurred to valor
+1a*1a(i) and burning for battle.
3e*1 Beowulf replied:
2b1b "When I first set out
++1a1a(i) on this far adventure
3b1b with my faithful thanes,
3b*1b I was firmly resolved
2e1a either to end
3b1a the evil plight
+1a*1a(i) of Denmark forever
1270 2c1b or to die fighting
+1d*1(i) your ancient enemy,
2e1b either to achieve
+2a1a(ii) a mighty victory
3f1b or to meet death,
1a1b(ii) grim and inglorious,
2c1b in this great wine-hall."
1a1b(i) Pleased with this promise
2b2b from the prince of the Geats,
2a1a(i) Hrothgar's consort,
1280 3e*1 radiant with gold,
3e*1 solemnly returned
2b2a to sit by her lord.
2b2a And now, once again,
2c1- noise mounted
a1b in the meadhall,
1d1 mirth, revelry,
2c1a and proud boasting,
d1b until presently
1a*1a(i) Hrothgar decided
1290 2b1a to rise and take
3b1a his nightly rest;
+1a1a(ii) he knew the enemy
3b*1b had been waiting to raid
3b1a the wondrous hall
3e1 all the day long,
++1a1a(i) from the hour of sun-up
3b1b until blackest night
2e1a blankets the world
+1a1a(i) and shapes of shadow
1300 3b1a come shambling forth
2c1b in the dread darkness.
2b1a The Danes stood up.
2c1b As he left, Hrothgar
+2a1a(ii) saluted Beowulf,
1a*1a(i) wished him a watchful
+2a1a(ii) and wary stewardship
3b1b of the splendid hall,
2b1a and spoke these words:
2e1a "Never before,
1310 3b*1b since I knew how to heft
2b2a the hilt of a sword,
3b*1b have I handed control
a1b of this ale-hall
+3e*1 to anyone but you.
1a1a(i) Guard the greatest
3b1a of gift-seats well,
+1a1a(i) be strong and steady---
2b1a and stay awake!
2b1c If you survive the fight
1320 +1a1b(i) I vow to reward you
+1a1a(i) with all the riches
3b*1b you could ever desire."

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