Seg. Lords in waiting.
Well, I have now learn’d to repeat, I think,
If only but by rote—This is my palace,
And this my throne—which unadvised—And that
Out of the window there my Capital;
And all the people moving up and down
My subjects and my vassals like yourselves,
My chamberlain—and lords in waiting, and
Clotaldo—and Clotaldo?—
You are an aged, and seem a reverend man—