In every wise blameless, till eld took from him eftsoon
The joyance of might, as it oft scathes a many.
[ XXVIII. BEOWULF COMES BACK TO HIS LAND. OF THE TALE OF THRYTHO.]
Came a many to flood then all mighty of mood,
Of the bachelors were they, and ring-nets they bore,
The limb-sarks belocked. The land-warden noted
The earls' aback-faring, as erst he beheld them;
Then nowise with harm from the nose of the cliff
The guests there he greeted, but rode unto themward,
And quoth that full welcome to the folk of the Weders