Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-08-05
DEATH OF THE UMPIRE.
A Newly-piscOvered Chapter IN
Classic History.


death of an umpire in Shakesp eare's
''Coriolanus" has been received somewhat
specifically by the base ball scholars. We
have been at some pains to hunt up the
authorities, and by chance came across
some positive proof in an old quarto edl-
ton OF Shakespeare. The reference will
be found in the fifth act, fifth scene OF the
original "Coriolanus," in which the war
| between the Romans and the Nolsces, led
! by "CoriOlanus," was brought TO close.
The contending armies had agreed to set
tie the casus bellI by the result of a
match game between picked mines from
both armies. The original manuscript of
the fifth act was as follows:
| Act V. Scene V. The Campus Martius.
Third Inning. Romans discovered at
the bat. Volsces In the field. Enter
"Coriolanus" and "Tullus Aufidus,"
with their wives and daughters; Roman
Senators with their daughters and
| nieces.
Omnes (On the front bench GOOD
| gentlefolk. pray sit ye down in front.
First Senator-Have patience. L be-
seech We. How goes the fight? The Ro-
mans are aDead, [ warrant ye.
| Virgilia-Nay good, me lord. The Um-
| pire hath called two strikes On the gentle
"Macalarius."
Second SenatOr-A scurvy dog! ana, by
my halidom, ne shall repent his disloYalty
to the cause OF Rome. lie dined with me
! but yesterday.
| Third Senator--And that blue silk toga
he so proudly wears is a gift from my
peerless Helena" But "Virgilia" pass
the ''skOak-yard" an so please ye.
Nirgllia-'Tis but rotten game, me
lord. Nothing to nothing, in favor OF no.
body.
Volumnia-A pretty phrase, by the
overskirt of Venus, that "nOthing to moth
ing, IN favor of nobody" How got you
il, my daughter?
rgilia-Onthe fy,good mother. over
heard the courtly Kappelio spit out the
words but moment ago.
Volumnia-A foul tip.
Virgilia-Aye, indeed, but straight
tip. But, pray you. hold thy peaceI Ma
calarius hath gone out and the viilaInOUs
Umpire weareth a cruel, cunning smile.
But, 10! Timius is up, and the salvation
OF Rome hangs on his brawny arm.
VOlumnia-Smile on him, We gods, and
specially the red-handed Jove, the light
ming singer OF the Capitol. But who is
this Ttmius, Nirgy?
Virgilia-A sly rogue, indeed. The
adopted son OF the BrOsnanius faction on
the Palatine.
Fourth Senator-Peace, peace, pray
=
nuisance within these walls. l do re-
member me that when Umpirius Burnsil-
lus was slain
Virgilia-Nay, a truce to "reminiscences.
l do remember me that the heat was so
terrific chat on that day faintlng spell
overlook me.
Observation-Disclosures twas an over
feed of double-jOinted peanuts, but 10! the
patient Timius hath expired. He hath
az Il hsr ha al 49,,
but, look We, what means this popular
commOtion?
Virgilia-Charissima Venus! The skies
grow dark for Rome. Now, by the bones
OF Homer, "there's something rotten in
Denmark"
First SenatOr-Beshrew me, fair Vir-
gllia, hit, palpable hit. Thou hast de-
scrlbed the Umpire in ipsissimis verbs.
But, note you. See chat bloOd-red tinge
on the eastern edge of the sum- | lear
me much that there will be funeral ere
the day be gone. But here comes my
niece Helena. Enter Helena from
SCHOOL,
Nlrgilia-Pray sit thee here, fair cousin.
Compose myself. Thy cheeks are flushed
after thy days work in school.
Helena-GoOd days work! quotha.
Thou mak'st thy cousin smile. Hadst
! seen me slide ad0wn the back wall of the
seminary thou wouldst not ha' bethought
thee o thy Cousins love for Terence or of
Plautus. Hast pin, fair COUSIN? fear
me much that spike in the wall hath
rent this hustle o. mine in twain.
Nirgilia-Nay, tits passing well. Mark
you now, the gentle Glllius hath seized
the club. But thou blusnest, fair Helena.
Wherefore thus, pray you? Art mashed
on yOn wielder of the willow?
Helena-Nay, nay. In sooth, IT'S the
consciousness Of being open in the back.
l pray you no more. | am not well,
Virgilia-As you like it. How proudly
| the Umpire displays that blue veil upon
his arm-a favor, | doubt me not, from
some fair Capitoline dame.
DEMONSTRATION me. The rag is mine,
unwOrthily bestowed. Oh, horror! on,
blood! On, azure lightningl Oh, fork
tongued bolt Of Jovel The bastard hath
| called two strikes on the unotending
| Gillius.
Virgilia-Nay, good, me cousin, swear
not at all; tits bad omen.
Helena-Alasl Alackaday! He hath
gone out. Shade ofMarsl There's a fight
in the held. Let's skip.
Omnes-Slt down in front. To the Ii
Der! TO the Tiber with him! IT'S rob-
berry. lie hath sold out to the Vosces. A
paltry rogue that sold the game for SIS.
halt cash, the rest in sixty days.
Peanut enuOrluS-By the Gods 20 War
had | my trusty blade about me I'd shoot
down the empire like a vice dog in a
| ditch.
Volumnia-Peace, gentle lemonade,
! peacel
Peanut Vendorius-Ye cry peace, but
there ID no peace! Cheese it, proud
| dame. Thou never yet hast bought for
| thee or thine my wares, though forget it
not, they were but a nickel a bag.
| Avaunt and quit my sight! Thy bangs
are In the scar and yellow leaf!
Helena-By the feathers of Pompey's
pillar the Varlet hath bad tongue. But
look to the Umpire.
Second Senator-He's dead, fair lady.
While ye spoke his spirit made home
run to the Elyslan fields. A nasty blow
II was that Drained the reckless ally of
! Volsces. Is Vlrgilia asleep?
Helena-Beshrew me, no. She hath
tainted. Pray take away the pindars.
VINO was 1t dealt the fatal blow?
Nirgilia awakening )-TimIus, war.
rant you.
Helena-Nay, by the corsets of Ceres, it
was Giliius.
First senator-Wrong, all ofye, by the
| eye OF CleoDatra's needle. Twas the
courtly kappeho. saw the blow. lie
hath fed to Savannah and standeth up
with both legs on third base.
Omnes-Long live Kappelio!
Nolumnia-GOOd, my daughter where
go those nine NOlsCes with their hate ond