Dialogue between two Penitents

1st P: Hark, how the wakeful, cheerful cock, the villagers astrologer and clock, clapping his wings proclaims the day, and chides thy sleep and night away! 2nd P: I hear, and thank my kind Remembrancer, he wakes a sin, that slept within, rouzes a crime that before would not stir. Flow. flow my tears! 1st P: O, when will you begin! Saint Peter's bird reproves Saint Peter's sin! Complaining Man, hast thou thy Christ denied. 2nd P: Woe's me! Woe's me! I have more than Saint Peter did, with less excuse, and many ways beside, ev'n since my Christ was glorified, and this, alas, too oft, more, more than thrice, as often as I chose and woo'd a vice or brutish lust, to be abhorr'd, rejecting Jesu, my dear Lord. 1st P: O my sad heart, if that be to deny, none ought to weep more floods than I;