Hrothgar Beowulf Quotes

You are free now to move forward to meet Hrothgar, in helmets and armour, but shields must stay here and spears be stacked until the outcome of the audience is clear.

Last, but not least, Unferth, Hrothgar's left-handed man, unexpectedly stanned for Beowulf, and handed him his heirloom, Hrunting, an ancient hilted sword, written with runes of ruin, iron blade emblazoned with poison shoots, each bud reddened with enemy blood. In war, it never failed to score flesh, had never been wrested from the fist of him who held it. It was a sublime solider's sword, meant to limb enemies, and this wasn't the first time it urged a hero to perform a feat.

But, in the end, it was none of these things, of course. It was only Hrothgar's claustrophobic mead hall with the monster waiting in the darkness without. We had our Grendel, to be sure. We even had our Hrothgar if one squints a bit at sad King Billy's poor slouched profile.

Today and tomorrow you will be in your prime; but soon you will die, in battle or in bed; either fire or water, the fearsome elements, will embrace you, or you will succumb to the sword's flashing edge, or the arrow's flight, or terrible old age; then your eyes, once bright, will be clouded over; all too soon, O warrior, death will destroy you. Hrothgar to Beowulf

HROTHGAR: Well, I am off to bed! You can sleep in this Mead Hall. I assure you it is safe and definitely, nothing bad will happen.

HROTHGAR: How did you hear of our sorrows? BEOWULF: (leaning close to HROTHGAR, whispers) Dude, you have been crying super loud for like 12 years, and I’m right offstage over there.