'I thank God that I can give my people these gifts of gold. But you must see to the people's needs now, Wiglaf. I cannot be here any more.

After they burn my body, tell my warriors to build a great burial mound on the cliffs that stick out into the sea. The sailors steering their ships on the gloomy waters will see it and call it Beowulf's Barrow, and my people will remember me.

You are the last of our family, Wiglaf. All the others fell when Fate decided they must. Now I must follow them.'