The Complaint of the Dying Creature to the Good Angel
O my Good Angel, to whom our Lord took me to keep, where be thee now? Me thinketh ye should be here, and answer for me; for the dread of death distroubleth me, so that I cannot answer for myself. Here is my bad angel ready, and is one of my chief accusers, with legions of fiends with him. I have no creature to answer for me. Alas it is an heavy case!
The Answer of the Good Angel TO the Dying Creature
As to your bad deeds, I was never consenting. I saw your natural inclination more disposed to be ruled by your bad angel than by me. Howbeit, ye cannot excuse you, but when ye were purposed to do anything that was contrary to the commandments of God, I failed not to remember you that it was not well; and counselled thee to flee the place of peril, and the company that should stir or move you thereto. Can ye say nay hereto? How can ye think that I should answer for you?
The Complaint of the Dying Creature TO Reason, Dread, and Conscience
O ye Reason, Dread, and Conscience, ye were assigned to be of my counsel. Now come, I require
