"Now Grendel and I are called Together, and I've come. Grant me, then, Lord and protector of this noble place, A single request! ... That I, alone and with the help of my men, May purge all evil from this hall."
But Higlac's follower remembered his final Boast and, standing erect, stopped The monster's flight, fastened those claws In his fists till they cracked, clutched Grendel Closer. The infamous killer fought For his freedom, wanting no flesh but retreat, Desiring nothing but escape; his claws Had been caught, he was trapped.
"I've never known fear; as a youth I fought In endless battles. I am old, now, But I will fight again, seek fame still, If the dragon hiding in his tower dares To face me." ... "I'd use no sword, no weapon, if this beast Could be killed without it, crushed to death Like Grendel, gripped in my hands and torn Limb from limb. But his breath will be burning Hot, poison will pour from his tongue. I feel no shame, with shield and sword And armor, against this monster; when he comes to me I mean to stand, not run from his shooting Flames, stand till fate decides Which of his wins."
"Have The brave Geats build me a tomb, when the funeral flames have burned me, and build it Here, at the Water's edge, high On this spit of land, so sailors can see This tower, and remember my name, and call it Beowulf's tower, and boats in the darkness And mist, crossing the sea, will know it."