Beowulf spoke, the son of Ecgthoew:
"Sorrowful not, brave one! Better for man
To avenge a friend than to much mourn.
All men must die; Let him who may
Win glory ere death. That guerdon is best
For a noble man when his name survives him
Then let us rise up, O ward of the realm,
And haste us forth to behold the track
Of Grendel's dame.