But it is now clear that the curtain must rise on the next act of our play.

Just two weeks ago, it looked as if the curtain would not rise on that performance.

The curtain fell and rose again in a few seconds.

The curtain was rising as the six took their chairs.

The look of expectancy on his face before the curtain rose simply cannot be described.

The curtain rises on the second act of the drama.

The curtain rises on the main square of the village.

Surprisingly, the curtain did not rise at the end as it should have, while he kept turning.

For us, the curtain rose in late afternoon, about an hour into our vigil.

With this street tragedy, the curtain rose upon their second revolution.