The blaze should embrace my body and eat it With my treasure-bestower. Meseemeth not proper To bear our battle-shields back to our country, ’Less first we are able to fell and destroy the Long-hating foeman, to defend the life of The prince of the Weders. Well do I know ’tisn’t Earned by his exploits, he only of Geatmen Sorrow should suffer, sink in the battle: Brand and helmet to us both shall be common, Shield-cover, burnie.” Through the bale-smoke he stalked then, Went under helmet to the help of his chieftain, Briefly discoursing: “Beowulf dear, Perform thou all fully, as thou formerly saidst, In thy youthful years, that while yet thou livedst Thou wouldst let thine honor not ever be lessened. Thy life thou shalt save, mighty in actions, Atheling undaunted, with all of thy vigor; I’ll give thee assistance.” The dragon came raging, Wild-mooded stranger, when these words had been uttered (’Twas the second occasion), seeking his enemies, Men that were hated, with hot-gleaming fire-waves; With blaze-billows burned the board to its edges: The fight-armor failed then to furnish assistance