She handed the hero+1a*1a(i) a huge beaker2c1a with liberal thanks,+3e1 lovingly gave him2a1a(iii) two armlets2c1‐ of twisted gold,3b1a a gorgeous robe,3b1a 2390and a great neck‐ring,2c1b one of the worthiest1a1b(ii) ever worn on earth;2b1b I have never known3b1b a nobler treasure+2a1a(i) under high heaven2c1b since Hama carried+2a1a(i) the torque of the Brosings,+1a1b(i) twinkling with jewels,1a*1a(i) to the fair stronghold,2c1b 2400when he fled the cunning++1a1a(i) evils of Eormenric1a*2a(ii) for endless gain.3b1a Noble Hygelac,2a1a(ii) the nephew of Swerting,+1a*1a(i) lost that neck‐ring1a1a(i) on his last campaign,2b1b rallying round3e1 the royal standard,+2a1a(i) defending his plunder.+1a*1a(i) 2410Fate had crossed him;1a1a(i) arrogant and rash,3e*1 he had asked for trouble++1a1a(i) by raiding the Frisians,+1a*1a(i) recklessly taking2a1a(iii) the ring with him2c1a across the rolling sea.3b1c He died there swinging+2a1a(i) his desperate shield,+3e1 and his grey mailcoat2c1b 2420and that great neck‐ring2c1b fell afterward1d1 into Frankish hands,3b1b when warriors of less+3e*1 worth plundered2c1‐ the field where corpses+1a1a(i) of defeated Geats3b1b held lifeless sway.3b1a There was loud applause2b1b and Wealhtheow spoke3b1a 2430before the waiting court:3b1c “Dear Beowulf,1d1 duly enjoy2e1a these great treasures,2c1a this gold‐trimmed robe,3b1a this precious collar.+2a1a(i) Prosper always,2a1a(i) glorying in strength,3e*1 and give these boys2b1a your wise counsel.2c1a 2440Rewards will follow.+1a1a(i) You have brought it to pass3b*1b that brave men will praise you+1a*1a(i) near and far,2b1‐ now and in the future,1a1c wherever wide headlands2c1c and windbeaten capes+3e1 are washed by the sea.2b2a Warrior prince,3e1 may your days be blest!2b1b 2450From the depths of my heart2b2b I give you these gifts.3b*1a Be good to my boys2b2a and act in their interest,+1a1b(i) triumphant hero!+2a1a(i) Everyone here3e1 honors his comrades1a*1a(i) and loves his lord2b1a with a loyal heart;3b1b the nation is united+1a*1b 2460and its noble thanes3b1b drink merrily1d1 and do as I bid them.”+1a1b(i) She returned to her place.2b2b Intrepid warriors+2a1a(ii) drank wine and boasted;+1a1a(i) not one of them guessed+3e1 what fate had in store,2b2a the fearful doom3b1a that would drag them down3b1b 2470when darkness fell3b1a and Hrothgar withdrew3b*1a to his royal couch3b1b to refresh himself,d1b while a force of his thanes2b2b lay down in the hall2b2a as they had done in the past,2b2c piling their bedclothes1a*1a(i) and pillows on the benches.+1a*1b One of that weary1a1b(i) 2480warrior band3e1 was destined and doomed3b*1a to die that night.2b1a Lightly they hung2e1a their lindenwood shields+3e1 next to their heads,2b2‐ and near the bench2b1a of each warrior+1d1 you could easily see3b2b his boar‐crest helmet,+2a1a(i) 2490his bright mailcoat,2c1a his ashwood spear;3b1a it was always the Danes’3b*1b rule to be fully1a1b(i) ready for combat,1a*1a(i) both in peacetime at home3b*1b and on campaigns abroad,2b1c whenever their king3b*1a needed their help.2e1a They were a propera1c 2500and praiseworthy folk.+3e1