| (1, 0) 1 | The scene is a space, in which stands a throne, raised wpon a few steps. |
| (1, 0) 2 | If the pageant is played within doors, the stage may be draped with simple curtains. |
| (1, 0) 3 | There is an entrance on the left amd another on the right. |
| (1, 0) 4 | Where a drop-curtain is used, THE FATHER, THE MOTHER, THE MAIDEN, amd THE CHILD are on the stage when the curtain rises. |
| (1, 0) 5 | Where a drop-curtain is not used, they enter from the right. |
| (1, 0) 6 | Their dress shows them to be of the common people. |
| (Child) Will it be long before she comes? | |
| (Mother) He may bring news of the great Queen. | |
| (1, 0) 63 | Enter the MAN OF DOUBT. |
| (1, 0) 64 | He is very old and grey and gaunt, dressed in a dark garment. |
| (Father) Sir, we greet you. | |
| (Mother) What sound is that? | |
| (1, 0) 89 | A hymn of peace is heard on the left, swelling slowly. |
| (Maiden) Voices, many joyful voices. | |
| (Maiden) A young man, weary and broken, dressed in a soldier's clothes. | |
| (1, 0) 129 | Enter from the left a crowd of the PEOPLE singing their hymn of peace. |
| (1, 0) 130 | They gather together on either side of the throne, wiih their faces turned expectantly towards the entrance. |
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| (1, 0) 132 | Then enters the OUEEN OF PEACE. |
| (1, 0) 133 | She is dressed in white amd her face is calm amd kind and beautiful. |
| (1, 0) 134 | The YOUNG MAN leads her by the hand towards the throne. |
| (1, 0) 135 | He is dressed as a soldier, and his clothes are worn amd stained. |
| (1, 0) 136 | He carries a rifle slung across his shoulder. |
| (1, 0) 137 | Standing before the throne, the OUEEN waits a little till the singing ends. |
| (Queen) I come again from exile. | |
| (Queen) I gladly take the throne. | |
| (1, 0) 161 | The OUEEN seats herself on the throne. |
| (1, 0) 162 | The CROWD breaks into cheering. |
| (Young Man) So, then—at last—my task is done! | |
| (Child) Please—will you let me kiss you? | |
| (1, 0) 177 | (THE YOUNG MAN bends to kiss THE CHILD. |
| (1, 0) 178 | A murmur of sympathy runs through THE CROWD. |