Clear out in Hart-hall; joy was of warriors,
Men doughty no little of Danes and of Weders.
[ IX. UNFERTH CONTENDETH IN WORDS WITH BEOWULF.]
Spake out then Unferth that bairn was of Ecglaf,
500 And he sat at the feet of the lord of the Scyldings,
He unbound the battle-rune; was Beowulf's faring,
Of him the proud mere-farer, mickle unliking,
Whereas he begrudg'd it of any man other
That he glories more mighty the middle-garth over
Should hold under heaven than he himself held: