How soon, my Dear, DEATH MAY MY STEPS ATTEND.
How soon't may be thy lot to lose thy friend,
In these lines, Beowulf is basically standing in front of a group of royals, namely King Hrothgar, introducing himself as a great man, capable of the impossible. He uses his uncanny ability to manipulate words, which in turn impresses his audience even more so than before.
The polling clerk examined the list of voters to see if my name had been included.
