CHAMB.
The royal throne of Poland, Sir,
Which may your Royal Highness keep as long
As he that now rules from it shall have ruled
When heaven has call'd him to itself.

SEG.
When he?--

CHAMB.
Your royal father, King Basilio, Sir.

SEG.
My royal father--King Basilio.
You see I answer but as Echo does,
Not knowing what she listens or repeats.
This is my throne--this is my palace--Oh,
But this out of the window?--

CHAMB.
Warsaw, Sir,
Your capital--

SEG.
And all the moving people?

CHAMB.
Your subjects and your vassals like ourselves.