There Byrhtnoth gan then his warriors embolden,
Rode and gave rede, instructed his men
How they should stand, and the stead sustain,
And bade that rimmed shields they rightly should hold 20
Fast with their fists, and frightened be never. 
When he had the folk fairly emboldened,
With his men he alighted where was liefest to him,
Where his hearth-followers most faithful he knew. 
Then stood on the stathe,[3] stoutly did call 25
The wikings’ herald, with words he spake,
Who boastfully bore from the brine-farers
An errand to th’ earl, where he stood on the shore: 
“To thee me did send the seamen snell,[4]
Bade to thee say, thou must send to them quickly 30
Bracelets for safety; and ’tis better for you
That ye this spear-rush with tribute buy off
Than we in so fierce a fight engage. 
We need not each spill,[5] if ye speed to this: 
We will for the pay a peace confirm. 35
If thou that redest who art highest in rank,
If thou thy lieges art willing to loose,
To pay to the seamen at their own pleasure
Money for peace, and take peace from us,
We will with the treasure betake us to ship, 40
Fare on the flood, and peace with you confirm.” 
Byrhtnoth replied, his buckler uplifted,
Waved his slim spear, with words he spake,
Angry and firm gave answer to him: 
“Hear’st thou, seafarer, what saith this folk? 45
They will for tribute spear-shafts you pay,
Poisonous points and trusty[6] swords,
Those weapons that you in battle avail not. 
Herald of seamen, hark[7] back again,
Say to thy people much sadder words, 50
Here stands not unknown an earl with his band,
Who will defend this father-land,
AEthelred’s home, mine own liege lord’s,
His folk and field:  ye’re fated to fall,
Ye heathen, in battle.  Too base it me seems 55
That ye with our scats[8] to ship may go
Unfought against, so far ye now hither
Into our country have come within;
Ye shall not so gently treasure obtain;
Shall spear and sword sooner beseem us, 60
Grim battle-play, ere tribute we give.” 
Then bade he shield bear, warriors advance,
So that on the burn-stathe[9] they all were standing. 
Might not there for the water one war-band to th’ other,
When flowing flood came after the ebb, 65
Sea-streams interlocked; too long seemed it them
Till they together their spears should bear. 
Then Panta’s stream with pomp[10] [?] they beset,
East-Saxons’ chief and the host from the ships: 
No one of them might do harm to the other, 70
But he who by dart’s flight his death should receive. 
The flood ebbed forth; the fleetmen stood ready,