Reprinted from yesterday's late editions

Let sleeping Red Sox lie. Don't even talk loudly while anyone in a Boston uniform is napping.

Definitely, don't throw fast balls at their heads, or slide high and hard into their second baseman.

If thou art a pitcher, never curse aloud at them, at least not while they can hear you. Wait until the end of the inning and tell thy troubles to the bat rack.

Thursday night the Baltimore Orioles, and injuncticious young pitcher Dennis Martinez in particular, broke all those American League commandments.

The Red Sox retribution, for they saw it as nothing less, was swift and brutal.

George Scott and Dwight Evans, who both harbor grudges against Martinez, hit back-to-back home runs with one out in the ninth inning to transform a 3-1 cakewalk Oriole victory into the Birds' eighth straight defeat, 4-3.

Martinez entered the ninth with a brilliant three-hitter. The only run against him was unearned.

When Oriole shortstop Mark Belanger opened the Sox ninth with a brilliant stop and throw from the outfield grass to gun out Carlton Fisk, Martinez said to himself, "That's it."

"I had my best stuff. I throw it right where I want it all night."

But the Red Sox, winners of 16 of 19, had their anger to keep them warm.

Last June Scott chased Martinez all the way into Memorial Stadium's left field after Martinez hit him with a pitch. "Yeah, I still remember," said Scott. "Just remember, this team is dangerous as long as our bats are moving."

After Fred Lynn grounded the fourth hit of the night to right field, Scott, who had struck out seven times in his last nine at-bats, stalked to the plate.

On an 0-1 pitch, Martinez threw the pitch he wanted, a slider up and in. "I just fought it off me," said Scott, who once said that his necklace was made of second basemen's teeth. "It's a good thing I'm so strong."

When Martinez saw the high, lazy fly to right, he thought, "This is second out."

But a steady breeze blew the Boomerang deeper and closer to the foul pole until it nestled in the second row of bleachers, fair by 10 feet.

Scott pumped his fist as he rumbled between first and second base. The Sox dugout erupted. Ill feeling had brewed all night. Oriole runners knocking down the Sox' little Jerry Remy on consecutive plays at second.

The angriest Red Sox - Evans - seconded the motion.

In the fifth Evans had grounded back to Martinez.

"He held the ball to make me run it out," said Evans. "When I was running to first, he called me a name," he added, specifying a rather incendiary epithet.

"When I came up in the ninth. I was made. He woke me up when I was feeling kind of tired. I thank him for that."

Along with 28.899 in the stands, Baltimore Manager Earl Weaver was unaware of the extracurriculars. He only saw a young pitcher who had been victimized by "what the hell, a fly ball that Scott just inside-outed. Dennis had thrown the right pitch and he still had great stuff."

Martinez also had been the victim of sub second baseman Kiko Garcia's throwing error in the eighth that set up Boston's first run. It came on Jim Rice's worm-killing handle nudged into left for his 100th hit of the year.

So Martinez, with his history of being easily flustered and losing leads, was left to deal with the aroused Evans.

The Sox right fielder answered any questions about whether Martinez could give up a legitimate run with the 410-foot blast he crushed over the 385-foot sign in left on a 2-1 fast ball. It made a loser of Martinez and a winner of Allen Ripley, who belied his 1-4 record, 4.83 ERA coming in with a brilliant 5 2/3 innings in relief of hard-hit Bill Lee.

As Evans rounded the bases on his game-winner, his 16th home run of the year, he screamed at Martinez constantly between each sack. "If he'd said anything to me that I could hear," said the normally docile Evans, "I'd have charged the mound."

"I don't know why they are made at me," said Martinez, who would not categorically deny yelling at Evans. The victimized pitcher said only, "I don't usually do that. Evans he better be quiet. Next time . . ."