Art thou that Beowulf with Breca did struggle,
On the wide sea-currents at swimming contended,
Where to humor your pride the ocean ye tried,
’Twas mere folly that actuated you both to risk your lives on the ocean.
From vainest vaunting adventured your bodies
In care of the waters?
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In the water’s possession,
Ye toiled for a seven-night; he at swimming outdid thee,
In strength excelled thee.
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The pledge that he made thee
Breca outdid you entirely.
The son of Beanstan hath soothly accomplis