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In spite of the swollen, livid wound, knowing he'd unwound his string of days on earth.
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| I'd leave my armor to my son. Now, if god had given me an heir. Wiglaf go, quickly, find the dragon's treasure! | |
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| I will do anything you ask me sir! | |
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Beowulf saying some last words.
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| I sold it my life For this treasure, and I sold it well. Take what I leave, Wiglaf, lead my people, Help them: my time is gone . | |
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| OmG i have to lead these people.. they are not going to lisetn! | |
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Beowulf's funeral and Wiglaf speaking on his side.
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| the funeral flames have burned me | |
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| " I say what anyone who speaks the truth must say.... Too few of his warriors remembered to come, when our lord faced death , alone...... | |
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