Old English at Royal Holloway


Beowulf ond Godsylla

Meanehwael, baccat meaddehale,     monstaer lurccen;
Fulle few too many drincce,     hie luccen for fyht.
Den Hreorfneorhthwr,     son of Hrwaerowtheororthwl,
Aesccen aewful jeork     to steop outsyd.
Thud!  Bashe!  Crasch!     Beom!  De bigge gye
Eallum his bon brak,     byt his nose offe;
Wicced Godsylla     waeld on his asse.
Monstaer moppe fleor wyth     eallum men in haelle.
Beowulf in bacceroome     fonecall bemaccen waes;
Hearen sond of ruccus     saed, ‘Hwaet the helle?’
Graben sheold strang     ond swich-blaed scharp
Stond feorth to fyht     the grimlic foe.
‘Me,’ Godsylla saed,     ‘mac the minsemete.’
Heoro cwyc geten heold     with faemed half-nelson
Ond flyng him lic frisbe     bac to fen.
Beowulf belly up to meaddehaele bar,
Saed, ‘Ne foe beaten     mie faersom cung-fu.’
Eorderen cocca-colha     yce-coeld, the reol thyng.

Text is taken from Tom Weller, Culture Made Stupid (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1987).
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