Denmark -- History -- To 1241; Folklore -- Scandinavia
"O King! Most of us who rate high what we have bought with our
life-blood find thy bidding hard. We take it ill that we should fling
away what we have won with utmost hazard; and men are loth to forsake
what they have purchased at peril of their lives. For it is utter
madness to spurn away like women what our manly hearts and hands have
earned, and enrich the enemy beyond their hopes. What is more odious
than to anticipate the fortune of war by despising the booty which is
ours, and, in terror of an evil that may never come, to quit a good
which is present and assured? Shall we scatter our gold upon the earth,
ere we have set eyes upon the Scots? Those who faint at the thought of
warring when they are out for war, what manner of men are they to be
thought in the battle? Shall we be a derision to our foes, we who were
their terror? Shall we take scorn instead of glory? The Briton will
marvel that he was conquered by men whom he sees fear is enough to
conquer. We struck them before with panic; shall we be panic-stricken by
them? We scorned them when before us; shall we dread them when they are
not here? When will our bravery win the treasure which our cowardice
rejects? Shall we shirk the fight, in scorn of the money which we fought
to win, and enrich those whom we should rightly have impoverished? What
deed more despicable can we do than to squander gold on those whom
we should smite with steel? Panic must never rob us of the spoils of
valour; and only war must make us quit what in warfare we have won.
Let us sell our plunder at the price at which we bought it; let the
purchase-money be weighed out in steel. It is better to die a noble
death, than to molder away too much in love with the light life. In a
fleeting instant of time life forsakes us, but shame pursues us past the
grave. Further, if we cast away this gold, the greater the enemy thinks
our fear, the hotter will be his chase. Besides, whichever the issue of
the day, the gold is not hateful to us. Conquerors, we shall triumph in
the treasure which now we bear; conquered, we shall leave it to pay our
burying."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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