Stage won't do for you.

No, no!" Emilia replied that she had given up the stage; and looked mournfully at the drop-scene, as at a lost kingdom, scarcely repressing her tears.
The orchestra tuned and played a light overture.

She followed up the windings of the drop-scene valley, meeting her lover somewhere beneath the castle-ruin, where the river narrowed and the trees intertwined.

On from dream to dream the music carried her, and dull fell the first words of the farce.

Mr.Pole said, "Now, then!" and began to chuckle.