Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears

And listen to this sick symphony I’ve composed in honor of our gathering.
*looks through bag for the scroll with sheet music on it*
Oh well, maybe some other time... Regardless I hope the day finds you well!

Greetings, friends. May we root out the traitors in a timely fashion. I have an appointment at the baths.

I do hope that these traitors are found in short order, this ordeal has interrupted my lounging.