Beowulf ch. [XXXVIIII]

The new edition is either unpublished or unavailable. The following is taken from an old edition (Skj where relevant):

ða wæs gegongen | guman unfrodum
earfoðlice, | þæt he on eorðan geseah
þone leofestan | lifes æt ende
bleate gebæran. | Bona swylce læg,
egeslic eorðdraca | ealdre bereafod,
bealwe gebæded. | Beahhordum leng
wyrm wohbogen | wealdan ne moste,
ac hine irenna | ecga fornamon,
hearde, heaðoscearde | homera lafe,
þæt se widfloga | wundum stille
hreas on hrusan | hordærne neah.
Nalles æfter lyfte | lacende hwearf
middelnihtum, | maðmæhta wlonc
ansyn ywde, | ac he eorðan gefeoll
for ðæs hildfruman | hondgeweorce.
Huru þæt on lande | lyt manna ðah,
mægenagendra, | mine gefræge,
þeah ðe he dæda gehwæs | dyrstig wære,
þæt he wið attorsceaðan | oreðe geræsde,
oððe hringsele | hondum styrede,
gif he wæccende | weard onfunde
buon on beorge. | Biowulfe wearð
dryhtmaðma dæl | deaðe forgolden;
hæfde æghwæðer | ende gefered
lænan lifes. | Næs ða lang to ðon
þæt ða hildlatan | holt ofgefan,
tydre treowlogan | tyne ætsomne.
ða ne dorston ær | dareðum lacan
on hyra mandryhtnes | miclan þearfe,
ac hy scamiende | scyldas bæran,
guðgewædu, | þær se gomela læg,
wlitan on Wilaf. | He gewergad sæt,
feðecempa, | frean eaxlum neah,
wehte hyne wætre; | him wiht ne speow.
Ne meahte he on eorðan, | ðeah he uðe wel,
on ðam frumgare | feorh gehealdan,
ne ðæs wealdendes | wiht oncirran;
wolde dom godes | dædum rædan
gumena gehwylcum, | swa he nu gen deð.
þa wæs æt ðam geongan | grim ondswaru
eðbegete | þam ðe ær his elne forleas.
Wiglaf maðelode, | Weohstanes sunu,
sec, sarigferð | (seah on unleofe):
"þæt, la, mæg secgan | se ðe wyle soð specan
þæt se mondryhten | se eow ða maðmas geaf,
eoredgeatwe, | þe ge þær on standað,
þonne he on ealubence | oft gesealde
healsittendum | helm ond byrnan,
þeoden his þegnum, | swylce he þrydlicost
ower feor oððe neah | findan meahte,
þæt he genunga | guðgewædu
wraðe forwurpe, | ða hyne wig beget.
Nealles folccyning | fyrdgesteallum
gylpan þorfte; | hwæðre him god uðe,
sigora waldend, | þæt he hyne sylfne gewræc
ana mid ecge, | þa him wæs elnes þearf.
Ic him lifwraðe | lytle meahte
ætgifan æt guðe, | ond ongan swa þeah
ofer min gemet | mæges helpan;
symle wæs þy sæmra, | þonne ic sweorde drep
ferhðgeniðlan, | fyr unswiðor
weoll of gewitte. | Wergendra to lyt
þrong ymbe þeoden, | þa hyne sio þrag becwom.
Nu sceal sincþego | ond swyrdgifu,
eall eðelwyn | eowrum cynne,
lufen alicgean; | londrihtes mot
þære mægburge | monna æghwylc
idel hweorfan, | syððan æðelingas
feorran gefricgean | fleam eowerne,
domleasan dæd. | Deað bið sella
eorla gehwylcum | þonne edwitlif!"