来自 http://0rz.net/610zD 天使迷必看 Posted 11:16 AM by Sean THE RALLY A play in one act By Anonymous Dramatis Personae VLADERIAN, GARRETES, MOLINEUS - Base Ball Players FINELAEUS - An Old Man SCIOSCIAMMEMNON - A Manager RALLY - An Aetherial Being CHORUS Here we find a stalwart group Assembled for one purpose Let us reveal their honest fates And from them lessons take A band of men, as men alone Seek naturally salvation Praise and honor, and perchance An occasional standing ovation. [Enter VLADERIAN, GARRETES, MOLINEUS, and FINELAEUS, carrying bats] VLADERIAN In this late hour, our enemies Would seem to have things well in hand Two tallies up, upon us they close With fire and nasty breaking stuff 'Twould seem that only the supernatural Could deliverance secure us But soft! An alabaster invitation Recalls me to my purpose! [he swings, as a crack of thunder is heard. As the thunderclap subsides, a ghostly moaning is heard off-stage] GARRETES But what is this? Does memory mock Or have I heard this sound before? Upon the tip of my mind it sits There will be an answer! There must! Though all the spectral choir howl I will not shirk to bring them here I name them not, only summon by Immolation of this pearly sphere! [GARRETES swings; another crack of thunder is heard, and the ghostly moan grows louder] MOLINEUS This ghostly being that strives for form I pray is beneficial For a baneful touch I certainly know I could ne'er hope to outrun But brothers! O! I think I know The source of yon commotion Let me advance its incarnation Despite my locomotion! [MOLINEUS swings; yet a third crack of thunder is heard. The moaning grows still louder as RALLY, dressed in flowing multicolored robes, enters and moves to center stage] RALLY Blessings to them who summon me! I, once a thought, a whisper, a dream Upon the winds; thy skill and thy heart Have given me form. Command my might! FINELAEUS YOU DIE! YOU DIE NOW! [he beats RALLY to death with a bat] RALLY Wha'hoppen? [*dies*] VLADERIAN, GARRETES, MOLINEUS Boooooo. SCIOSCIAMMEMNON Aye, Finelaeus, perchance linksmanship is in thy future A mere score or so such bodies and I swear It will be; test me not, or you will find the proof is in the putting. CHORUS Alas, poor Rally! Gone too soon Now slain upon the well-trimm'd field Learn from us, ye mighty and wise Lest unto Lethe thy seasons yield EXEUNT OMNES --

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