Never to any man erst have I given,
Since the hand and the shield's round aloft might I heave,
This high hall of the Dane-folk, save now unto thee.
Have now and hold the best of all houses,
Mind thee of fame, show the might of thy valour!
Wake the wroth one: no lack shall there be to thy willing
If that wight work thou win and life therewithal.
[ XI. NOW IS BEOWULF LEFT IN THE HALL ALONE WITH HIS MEN.]
Then wended him Hrothgar with the band of his warriors,
The high-ward of the Scyldings from out of the hall,