"When the King gives me audience."
"And thou art expecting the Duke of Monmouth to bring the word from
Whitehall?"
"He said 'twas his pleasure so to do."
"Now God pity me this day; I would I had never seen it!"
"Why wearest thou so sorry a face, Janet?"
"For thy too fat zeal. Is it not enough to make an ingrowing visage?"
"How so?" said Katherine in feigned insouciance.
"A surfeit of good, like a too-full cup, boils over and falls to ill."
"Then, Janet, surfeit sin 'til it bubbles up, runs over,—perhaps a better cup to fill."
"Alack, alas, for youth's philosophy!"