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THE TALE OF BEOWULF
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That wight dyed with all evil-deeds, the doom mickle,
For what wise to him the bright Maker will write it.979
Then a silenter man was the son there of Ecglaf
In the speech of the boasting of works of the battle,
After when every atheling by craft of the earl
Over the high roof had looked on the hand there,
Yea, the fiend's fingers before his own eyen,
Each one of the nail-steads most like unto steel,
Hand-spur of the heathen one; yea, the own claw
Uncouth of the war-wight. But each one there quoth it,
That no iron of the best, of the hardy of folk,
Would touch him at all, which e'er of the monster
The battle-hand bloody might bear away thence.
For what wise to him the bright Maker will write it.979
Then a silenter man was the son there of Ecglaf
In the speech of the boasting of works of the battle,
After when every atheling by craft of the earl
Over the high roof had looked on the hand there,
Yea, the fiend's fingers before his own eyen,
Each one of the nail-steads most like unto steel,
Hand-spur of the heathen one; yea, the own claw
Uncouth of the war-wight. But each one there quoth it,
That no iron of the best, of the hardy of folk,
Would touch him at all, which e'er of the monster
The battle-hand bloody might bear away thence.
XVI. HROTHGAR GIVETH GIFTS TO BEOWULF.
THEN was speedily bidden that Hart be withinward991
By hand of man well adorn'd; was there a many
Of warriors and wives, who straightway that wine-house,
By hand of man well adorn'd; was there a many
Of warriors and wives, who straightway that wine-house,
