Hale weeps in frantic prayer, and the new sun is pouring in upon her face, and the drums rattle like bones in the morning air.

(?) (my version reads as follows)
ELIZABETH. (Firmly with bitter triumph.) He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him. (The drum roll heightens violently. Three seconds and then) THE CURTAIN FALLS

My version has different ending stage directions. Elizabeth's line comes first, and then:
The final drumroll crashes, then heightens violently. Hale weeps in frantic prayer, and the new sun is pouing in upon her face, and the drums rattle like bones in the morning air.
THE CURTAIN FALLS