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and gaze on that hoard 'neath the hoary rock；
Wiglaf loved； now the worm lies low；
sleeps； heart…sore； of his spoil bereaved。
And fare in haste。 I would fain behold
the gorgeous heirlooms； golden store；
have joy in the jewels and gems； lay down
softlier for sight of this splendid hoard
my life and the lordship I long have held。〃
＇1＇ That is； swords。
XXXVIII
I HAVE heard that swiftly the son of Weohstan
at wish and word of his wounded king；
war…sick warrior； woven mail…coat；
battle…sark； bore 'neath the barrow's roof。
Then the clansman keen； of conquest proud；
passing the seat；＇1＇ saw store of jewels
and glistening gold the ground along；
by the wall were marvels； and many a vessel
in the den of the dragon； the dawn…flier old：
unburnished bowls of bygone men
reft of richness； rusty helms
of the olden age； and arm…rings many
wondrously woven。 Such wealth of gold；
booty from barrow； can burden with pride
each human wight： let him hide it who will！
His glance too fell on a gold…wove banner
high o'er the hoard； of handiwork noblest；
brilliantly broidered； so bright its gleam；
all the earth…floor he easily saw
and viewed all these vessels。 No vestige now
was seen of the serpent： the sword had ta'en him。
Then； I heard； the hill of its hoard was reft；
old work of giants； by one alone；
he burdened his bosom with beakers and plate
at his own good will； and the ensign took；
brightest of beacons。 The blade of his lord
its edge was iron had injured deep
one that guarded the golden hoard
many a year and its murder…fire
spread hot round the barrow in horror…billows
at midnight hour； till it met its doom。
Hasted the herald； the hoard so spurred him
his track to retrace； he was troubled by doubt；
high…souled hero； if haply he'd find
alive； where he left him； the lord of Weders；
weakening fast by the wall of the cave。
So he carried the load。 His lord and king
he found all bleeding； famous chief
at the lapse of life。 The liegeman again
plashed him with water； till point of word
broke through the breast…hoard。 Beowulf spake；
sage and sad； as he stared at the gold。
〃For the gold and treasure； to God my thanks；
to the Wielder…of…Wonders； with words I say；
for what I behold； to Heaven's Lord；
for the grace that I give such gifts to my folk
or ever the day of my death be run！
Now I've bartered here for booty of treasure
the last of my life； so look ye well
to the needs of my land！ No longer I tarry。
A barrow bid ye the battle…fanned raise
for my ashes。 'Twill shine by the shore of the flood；
to folk of mine memorial fair
on Hrones Headland high uplifted；
that ocean…wanderers oft may hail
Beowulf's Barrow； as back from far
they drive their keels o'er the darkling wave。〃
From his neck he unclasped the collar of gold；
valorous king； to his vassal gave it
with bright…gold helmet； breastplate； and ring；
to the youthful thane： bade him use them in joy。
〃Thou art end and remnant of all our race
the Waegmunding name。 For Wyrd hath swept them；
all my line； to the land of doom；
earls in their glory： I after them go。〃
This word was the last which the wise old man
harbored in heart ere hot death…waves
of balefire he chose。 From his bosom fled
his soul to seek the saints' reward。
＇1＇ Where Beowulf lay。
XXXIX
IT was heavy hap for that hero young
on his lord beloved to look and find him
lying on earth with life at end；
sorrowful sight。 But the slayer too；
awful earth…dragon； empty of breath；
lay felled in fight； nor； fain of its treasure；
could the writhing monster rule it more。
For edges of iron had ended its days；
hard and battle…sharp； hammers' leaving；＇1＇
and that flier…afar had fallen to ground
hushed by its hurt； its hoard all near；
no longer lusty aloft to whirl
at midnight； making its merriment seen；
proud of its prizes： prone it sank
by the handiwork of the hero…king。
Forsooth among folk but few achieve；
though sturdy and strong； as stories tell me；
and never so daring in deed of valor；
the perilous breath of a poison…foe
to brave； and to rush on the ring…board hall；
whenever his watch the warden keeps
bold in the barrow。 Beowulf paid
the price of death for that precious hoard；
and each of the foes had found the end
of this fleeting life。
Befell erelong
that the laggards in war the wood had left；
trothbreakers； cowards； ten together；
fearing before to flourish a spear
in the sore distress of their sovran lord。
Now in their shame their shields they carried；
armor of fight； where the old man lay；
and they gazed on Wiglaf。 Wearied he sat
at his sovran's shoulder； shieldsman good；
to wake him with water。＇2＇ Nowise it availed。
Though well he wished it； in world no more
could he barrier life for that leader…of…battles
nor baffle the will of all…wielding God。
Doom of the Lord was law o'er the deeds
of every man； as it is to…day。
Grim was the answer； easy to get；
from the youth for those that had yielded to fear！
Wiglaf spake； the son of Weohstan；
mournful he looked on those men unloved：
〃Who sooth will speak； can say indeed
that the ruler who gave you golden rings
and the harness of war in which ye stand
for he at ale…bench often…times
bestowed on hall…folk helm and breastplate；
lord to liegemen； the likeliest gear
which near of far he could find to give；
threw away and wasted these weeds of battle；
on men who failed when the foemen came！
Not at all could the king of his comrades…in…arms
venture to vaunt； though the Victory…Wielder；
God； gave him grace that he got revenge
sole with his sword in stress and need。
To rescue his life； 'twas little that I
could serve him in struggle； yet shift I made
（hopeless it seemed） to help my kinsman。
Its strength ever waned； when with weapon I struck
that fatal foe； and the fire less strongly
flowed from its head。 Too few the heroes
in throe of contest that thronged to our king！
Now gift of treasure and girding of sword；
joy of the house and home…delight
shall fail your folk； his freehold…land
every clansman within your kin
shall lose and leave； when lords highborn
hear afar of that flight of yours；
a fameless deed。 Yea； death is better
for liegemen all than a life of shame！〃
＇1＇ What had been left or made by the hammer； well…forged。 ＇2＇
Trying to revive him。
XL
THAT battle…toil bade he at burg to announce；
at the fort on the cliff； where； full of sorrow；
all the morning earls had sat；
daring shieldsmen； in doubt of twain：
would they wail as dead； or welcome home；
their lord beloved？ Little＇1＇ kept back
of the tidings new； but told them all；
the herald that up the headland rode。
〃Now the willing…giver to Weder folk
in death…bed lies； the Lord of Geats
on the slaughter…bed sleeps by the serpent's deed！
And beside him is stretched that slayer…of…men
with knife…wou