_The other Characters by Messrs._ L. Bologna, Lewiss, Platt, Sarjant, Wilde.--Mrs. Blurton, Mrs. Bologna, Miss Cox, Miss Dibdin, Mrs. Findlay, Mrs. Masters, Mrs. Norton, Mrs. Watts, Miss Willis, Mrs. Whitmore, &c. The Scenery by RICHARDS PHILLIPS, WHITMORE, HOLLOGAN, &c.--The Decorations and Machinery by GOOSTREES, SLOPER, and CRESSWELL. Valentine and Orson. ACT I. SCENE I.-- _A long Perspective of the Suburbs of Orleans, terminating with the ancient City Gates--On one Side a Convent, the Windows of which are illuminated from within--The Stage is at first dark, which gives Effect to the Transparency of the Windows--As the Curtain rises slowly, the following choral Chaunt, accompanied by the Organ, is heard from the Interior of the Monastery._ Hear, while our choral numbers flow, Hear! and avert the awful doom, Which human frailty fears below, When summon'd to the insatiate tomb. _The Monastery Gates open, and the Friars and Nuns enter in Procession, singing the following_ _CHORUS._ Now bolder raise the hallow'd strain, While living worth we haste to meet, Our King, victorious comes again, Again our foes sustain defeat. _They cross to the opposite Side, and exeunt while singing.----As they go off, the Stage becomes lighter (descriptive Music) The Dawn reddens, and the Sun rises over the City; the Gates of which are thrown open, HUGO, with a Mob of Citizens, Soldiers, and Peasantry, come shouting down to the Front of the Stage, the Music ceases and HUGO speaks_. HUGO. Stop! stop! stop! now don't be in such a plaguy hurry. The holy brethren and sisters are just before us, and you, with your noise, would interrupt their merry solemnity. First CITIZEN. Merry solemnity, do you call it? HUGO. Ay, truly--they have just chaunted a solemn requiem in annual memory of the king's departed sister--and now, a merry occasion calls them forth to meet our good old king himself, who has been fighting for his people, conquered his foes, and deserves the thanks of all his friends. Second CITIZEN. Then why stand we here? HUGO. Why not? The king will pass through that gate, for the opening of which we have so long waited--and instead of going to the _show_, if we tarry a few moments, the _show_ will come to us. Third CITIZEN. They say the king's favourite, young Valentine, hath gained great honour in these wars. HUGO. That he hath:--and humble though I seem, I have helped him to no small part of it. All. You! HUGO. To be sure--I made the very sword with which he slew the Saracens; and I defy any man to be killed with a better tempered weapon. Oh! I'll be bound he laid about him.--He had 'em here, and he had 'em there. (_Flourishing his stick to the annoyance of the mob._) Second CITIZEN.