He may strike the head from me--he may scourge me--he may load me with irons--but henceforth he shall never compel me either to love or to obey him.

Go to him, then, and tell him that Gurth the son of Beowulph renounces his service." "Assuredly," said Wamba, "fool as I am, I shall not do your fool's errand.

Cedric hath another javelin stuck into his girdle, and thou knowest he does not always miss his mark." "I care not," replied Gurth, "how soon he makes a mark of me.

Yesterday he left Wilfred, my young master, in his blood.

To-day he has striven to kill before my face the only other living creature that ever showed me kindness.