My Lord, the king must not engage in direct battle.
Let him up. You want your name in the Song of Beowulf?
You think it should end with me killed by some Frisian raider with no name?
I'm Finn of Frisia and my name shall be remembered forever.
Only if you kill me! Otherwise, you're nothing.

You think you're the first to try to kill me, or the hundredth?
Well, let me tell you something, Frisian. The gods will not allow my death by your feeble blade.
The gods will not allow me to die by a sword, or be taken by the sea.
The gods will not let me pass in my sleep, ripe with age!

Plant your ax here, Finn of Frisia. Take my life. Someone give him a sword, or I'll. . .
You'll what? Kill me? Well, kill me! Do it! Kill me! Kill me!
You know why you can't kill me, my friend?
'Cause I died many, many years ago when I was young.
Give him a gold piece and send him home.
He has a story to tell.