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Ic wat indryhtne æþelum
deorne
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A
noble guest of great lineage dwells
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giest in geardum, þam se grimma ne mæg
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In the house of man. Grim hunger
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hungor sceððan ne se hata þurst,
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Cannot harm him, nor feverish thirst,
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yldo ne adle. Gif him arlice
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Nor age, nor illness. If the servant
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esne þenað, se þe agan sceal
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5 |
Of the guest who rules, serves well
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on þam siðfate, hy gesunde æt ham
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On the journey, they will find together
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findað witode him wiste ond blisse,
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Bliss and well-being, a feast of fate;
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cnosles unrim, care, gif se esne
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If the slave will not as a brother be ruled
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his hlaforde hyreð yfle,
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By a lord he should fear and follow
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frean on fore. Ne wile forht wesan
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10 |
Then both will suffer and sire a family
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10 |
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broþor oþrum. Him þæt
bam sceðeð,
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Of sorrows when, springing from the world,
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þonne hy from bearme begen hweorfað
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They leave the bright bosom of one kinswoman,
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anre magan ellorfuse,
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Mother and sister, who nourished them.
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moddor ond sweostor. Mon, se þe
wille,
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Let the man who knows noble words
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cyþe cynewordum hu se cuma hatte,
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15 |
Say what the guest and servant are called.
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eðþa se esne, þe ic her ymb sprice.
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iddle 41
