Man: Look at you. You're nothing, an empty nothing.
Beowulf: Come forth! Show yourself!
Man: Even with all your riches, your kingdom, your power, your glory and your women. Which one do you think I should kill first, your pretty little bedwarmer, or your wise Queen?
Beowulf: What are you?
Man: I'm something you left behind, Father!
Beowulf has a nightmare about a son out to plague his kingdom.