King Duncan has invited himself to dinner at Macbeth's
            castle at Inverness. As he approaches the castle, he notes how beautiful it is
            there:
This
castle hath a pleasant seat; the airNimbly and sweetly
recommends itselfUnto our gentle
senses.
Banquo agrees and
            adds his own observations about how peaceful and sweet the castle and the surroundings
            seem. Then Lady Macbeth prances down to greet them with fair and loving
            words:
All
our serviceIn every point twice done, and then done
double,Were poor and single business to
contendAgainst those honors deep and broad
wherewithYour Majesty loads our house. For those of
old,And the late dignities heap'd up to
them,We rest your
hermits.
What could be more
            hopeful, more loving and more fair: a beautiful place and a lovely hostess. Fair, fair
            fair.
Yet, within mere hours, this delicately sweet
            environment will be turned in a place of unnatural, bloody murder by the very woman who
            greets the king so sweetly and by her equally gracious husband and duplicitous. Foul,
            foul foul.
So, what seemed so fair to the innocent senses
            of an old and kindly king, will soon be turned into the putrid jaws of hell. Fair is
            foul, and foul is fair... indeed.
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