In a way you can't kill me, my friend, 'cause I died many, many years ago when I was young.
Give him a gold piece and send him home. He has a story to tell.
I wonder how many men have died for love of her beauty.
If you destroy my Grendel for me, she'll be yours forever and ever and ever.
How many monsters must I slay? Grendel's mother, father, Grende's uncle? Must I hack down a whole family tree of demons?
She is the last of them. Whith her gone, demonkind will slip back into the darkness from whence it came.
Grendel's father can do no harm to man.
When I am gone, Beowulf, son of Edgethow, shall be king!
You want your name in The Song of Beowulf? You think it sould end with me killed by some Frisian raider with no name?
I'm Finn of Frisia and my name shall be remembered forever!
Only if you kill me. Otherwise you're nothing.
You are Beowulf. A little thing like this isn't going to finish you off.
In the name of Odin! Is Grendel not dead? Has he grown his arm anew?
This is not battle, Wiglaf. This is slaughter.
The Frisians want to make themselves heroes, my lord. They want the bards to sing of their deeds.
Great friend, There is something you should know.
Nay! There is nothing I should know. You are Beowulf. Beowulf the mighty, the hero! The slayer and destroyer of demons! Now let us kill this flying devil where it sleeps and get on with our bloody lives!
Hondshew, make me feel you're pretending to listen to me. It's only been five days since you waved your wife goodbye.
Five days? In the name of Odin, no wonder my loins are burning!
I haven't drunk anything yet, but I will kill your monster.
Unferth, son of Ecglaf. I know who you are. They say you killed both your brothers when you witnessed them having knowledge of your mother.
I have another true thing to tell you, Unferth Kin-Slayer.
If your strength and heart was as strong and fierce as your words Grendel would not feel free to murder and gorge on your people without fear of retaliation. Tonight will be different! Tonight he will find Geats waiting for him, not frightened sheep.
There have been many great men who have come, but in the morning there was nothing left but blood on the floor, and the ventures, and the walls.
Why not take that girl, and live out your remaining years in peace? Let some young hero save us.