XIX.
BEOWULF RECEIVES FURTHER HONOR.
{More gifts are offered Beowulf.}
A
beaker was borne him, and bidding to quaff it
Graciously
given, and gold that was twisted
Pleasantly
proffered, a pair of arm-jewels,
[42] Rings and corslet, of collars the greatest
5
I’ve heard of ’neath heaven. Of heroes
not any
More
splendid from jewels have I heard ’neath the
welkin,
{A famous necklace is referred to, in comparison with the gems presented to Beowulf.}
Since
Hama off bore the Brosingmen’s necklace,
The
bracteates and jewels, from the bright-shining city,[1]
Eormenric’s
cunning craftiness fled from,
10 Chose
gain everlasting. Geatish Higelac,
Grandson
of Swerting, last had this jewel
When
tramping ’neath banner the treasure he guarded,
The
field-spoil defended; Fate offcarried him
When
for deeds of daring he endured tribulation,
15 Hate
from the Frisians; the ornaments bare he
O’er
the cup of the currents, costly gem-treasures,
Mighty
folk-leader, he fell ’neath his target;
The[2]
corpse of the king then came into charge of
The
race of the Frankmen, the mail-shirt and collar:
20 Warmen
less noble plundered the fallen,
When
the fight was finished; the folk of the Geatmen
The
field of the dead held in possession.
The
choicest of mead-halls with cheering resounded.
Wealhtheo
discoursed, the war-troop addressed she:
{Queen Wealhtheow magnifies Beowulf’s achievements.}
25 “This
collar enjoy thou, Beowulf worthy,
Young
man, in safety, and use thou this armor,
Gems
of the people, and prosper thou fully,
Show
thyself sturdy and be to these liegemen
Mild
with instruction! I’ll mind thy requital.
30 Thou
hast brought it to pass that far and near
Forever
and ever earthmen shall honor thee,
Even
so widely as ocean surroundeth
The
blustering bluffs. Be, while thou livest,
[43] A wealth-blessed atheling. I wish thee
most truly
{May gifts never fail thee.}
35 Jewels
and treasure. Be kind to my son, thou
Living
in joyance! Here each of the nobles
Is
true unto other, gentle in spirit,
Loyal
to leader. The liegemen are peaceful,
The
war-troops ready: well-drunken heroes,[3]
40 Do as
I bid ye.” Then she went to the settle.
There
was choicest of banquets, wine drank the heroes:
{They little know of the sorrow in store for them.}