Name: 貝奧武夫與安費爾特（選自希尼的《貝奧武夫》) (Beowulf and Unferth (from Seamus Heaney's Beowulf))
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From where he crouched at the king's feet,
Unferth, a son of Ecglaf's, spoke

Beowulf's coming,
His sea-braving, made him sick with envy:

He could not brook or abide the fact
That anyone else alive under heaven

Might enjoy greater regard than he did:
"Are you the Beowulf who took on Breca

In a swimming match on the open sea,
Risking the water just to prove you could

It was sheer vanity made you venture out
On the main deep.

And no matter who tried,
Friend or foe, to deflect the pair of you,

Neither would back down: the sea-test obsessed
you.

You waded in, embracing water,
Taking its measure, mastering currents,

The ocean swayed,
Winter went wild in the waves, but you vied

For seven nights; and then he outswam you,
Came ashore the stronger contender.

He was cast up safe and sound one morning
Among the Heathoreams, then made his way

To where he belonged in Bronding country,
Home again, sure of his ground

So Breca made good
His boast upon you and was proved right.

No matter, therefore, how you may have fared
In every bout and battle until now,

This time you'll be worsted; no one has ever
Outlasted an entire night against Grendel."

Beowulf, Ecgtheow's son, replied:
"Well, friend Unferth, you have had your say

But it was mostly beer
That was doing the talking.

The truth is this:
When the going was heavy in those high waves,

We'd been children together and we grew up
Daring ourselves to outdo each other,

Boasting and urging each other to risk
Our lives on the sea.

Each of us swam holding a sword,
A naked, hard-proofed blade for protection

But Breca could never
Move out farther or faster from me

Shoulder to shoulder, we struggled on
For five nights, until the long flow

And pitch of the waves, the perishing cold,
Night falling and winds from the North

The deep boiled up
And its wallowing sent the sea-brutes wild.

My armor held me to hold out;
My hard-ringed chain-mail, hand-forged and

linked,
A fine, close-fitting filigree of gold,

Kept me safe when some ocean creature
Pulled me to the bottom.

Pinioned fast
And swathed in its grip, I was granted one

Final chance: my sword plunged
And the ordeal was over.

Through my own hands
The fury of battle had finished off the sea-beast.

"Time and again, foul things attacked me,
Lurking and stalking, but I lashed out,

My flesh was not for feasting on,
There would be no monsters gnawing and gloating

Over their banquet at the bottom of the sea.

Instead, in the morning, mangled and sleeping
The sleep of the sword, they slopped and floated

From now on
Sailors would the safe, the deep-sea raids

Light came from the East,
Bright guarantee of God, and the waves

Went quiet; I could see the headlands
And buffeted cliffs.

Often, for undaunted courage,
Fate spares the man it has not already marked.

However it had occurred, my sword had killed
Nine sea monsters.

Such night-dangers
And hard ordeals I have never heard of

Nor of a man so desolate in surging waves.

But worn out as I was, I survived,
Came through with my life.

The ocean lifted
And laid me ashore, I landed safe On the coast

Now, I cannot recall
any fight you entered, Unferth,

I don't boast when I say
That neither you nor Breca ever were much

Celebrated for swordsmanship
Or for facing danger in the battlefield.

You killed your own kith and kin,
So for all your cleverness and quick tongue,

You will suffer damnation in the pits of hell.

The fact it, Unferth, if you were truly As
keen or courageous as you claim to be

Grendel would never have got away with
Such unchecked atrocity, attacks on your king,

But he knows he need never be in dread
Of your blade making a mizzle of his blood

Or of vengeance arriving ever from this quarter---
From the Victory-Shieldings, the shoulderers

He knows he can trample down you Danes
To his heart's content, humiliate and murder

I will show him how Geats shape to kill
In the heat of battle.

Then whoever wants to
May go bravely to morning mead, when morning

light,
Scarfed in sun-dazzle, shines forth from the

south
And brings another daybreak to the world."

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貝奧武夫與安費爾特（選自希尼的《貝奧武夫》) (Beowulf and Unferth (from Seamus Heaney's Beowulf))

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