12 chairs in a horseshoe pattern.
Paranoccio: Where's the King? Are the rest of you staring at me? What do they have? What do they do? When I am doing nothing or worse are they just sailing through? Everyday this torment mounts my soul. I cannot help but think that they are trying to gain control. I really have to know-- for if I can't the possibilities which could unfold...
Oblesse: Wonderful-- and I mean that. Take your seat and rest.
Paranoccio: I'm afraid that isn't possible but I'll try my best.