He leaped into the lake, would not wait for anyone's / Answer; the heaving water covered him / over. For hours he sank through the waves; At least he saw the mud of the bottom.
The greedy she-wolf...welcomed him in her claws. / Clutched at him savagely but could not harm him.
[Beowolf] discovered that no sword could slice her evil/ Skin.
Then he saw, hanging on the wall, a heavy / Sword, hammered by giants, strong / and blessed with their magic, the best of all weapons / Its carved and decorated length. He drew it / From its scabbard, broke the chain on its hilt, / And then, savage, now, angry / And desperate, lifted it high over his head / And struck with all the strength he had left.
The monster's hall was full of / Rich treasures, but all that Beowulf took / Was Grendel's head and the hilt of the giant's / Jeweled sword.
Then the Geat's brave prince entered / Herot, covered in glory for the daring / Battles he had fought; he sought Hrothgar / To salute him and show Grendel's head.