Meanehwæl, baccat meaddehæle, monſtær lurccen;
Fulle few too many drincce, hie luccen for fyht.
Ðen Hreorfneorhtðwr, ſon of Hrwærowþheororðwl,
Æſccen æwful jeork to ſteop outſyd.
Þud!  Baſhe!  Craſch!  Beoom!  Ðe bigge gye
Eallum his bon brak, byt his noſe offe;
Wicced Godſylla wæld on his aſſe.
Monſtær moppe fleor wyþ eallum men in hælle.
Beowulf in bacceroome fonecall bemaccen wæs;
Hearen ſond of ruccus ſæd, “Hwæt ðe helle?”
Graben ſheold ſtrang ond ſwich-blæd ſcharp
ſond feorth to fyht ðe grimlic fœ.
“Me”, Godſylla ſæd, “mac ðe minſemete”.
Heoro cwyc geten heold wiþ fæmed half-nelſon
Ond flyng him lic friſbe bac to fen.
Beowulf belly up to meaddehæle bar,
ſæd, “Ne fœ beaten mie færſom cung-fu”
Eorderen cocca-colha yce-cœld, ðe reol þyng.
                -- Not Chaucer, for certain