Birhtwold's Speech from 'The Battle of Maldon'
Hyge sceal þy heardra, heorte þy cenre,
Mod sceal þy mare þy ure mægen lytlaþ.
Her ligeþ ure ealdor eall forheawen,
God on greote. A mæg gnornian
Se-þe nu fram þys wig-plegan wendan þenceþ.
Ic eom frod feores; fram ic ne wille
Ac ic me be healfe minum hlaforde,
Be swa leofum menn, licgan þence.
Courage shall be the fiercer, heart the bolder,
Spirit the greater, as our strength lessens.
Here lies our chief all hewn down,
A noble man in the dust. He has cause ever to mourn
who intends now to turn from this war-play.
I am advanced in years; I will not hence,
But I by the side of my lord,
By so dear a man, intend to lie.