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{Wiglaf is sorely grieved to see his lord look so un-warlike.}
It had wofully chanced then the youthful retainer To behold on earth the most ardent-beloved At his life-days' limit, lying there helpless. The slayer too lay there, of life all bereaved, Horrible earth-drake, harassed with sorrow: {The dragon has plundered his last hoard.}