II. 855—875
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- # II. 855—875 ## Overview This section, titled "II. 855—875," is a segment of a larger work, extracted from the file `pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt`. It contains poetic text and is part of the chapter "THE RAPE OF LYGRECE." ## Context The section is contained within the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. It is a component of the chapter "[THE RAPE OF LYGRECE.](arke:01KG6S4F3XW2RKF6WDXEATZYAA)" and was extracted from the file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). This section follows [01KG6S5N5THZ0C83B0KX3YPQCJ](arke:01KG6S5N5THZ0C83B0KX3YPQCJ) and precedes [ll. 876—896](arke:01KG6S5N5Q038ASSHWTC8BCWQY). ## Contents The text within this section consists of a poem that appears to be an address to "opportunity." It describes opportunity as a force that facilitates treason, sin, and the violation of oaths and honesty. The poem critiques opportunity for enabling wicked deeds and leading to shame and grief, questioning why so many seek its favor despite its negative attributes. The text includes line numbers "855—875" and a reference to "[Page 242](arke:01KG6QE9J7MY9ZW7H8PTS9MJW9)".
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- II. 855—875 <!-- [Page 242](arke:01KG6QE9J7MY9ZW7H8PTS9MJW9) --> # THE RAPE OF LVCRECE O opportunity thy guilt is great, Tis thou that execut'st the raytors treason: Thou fcts the wolfe where he the lambe may get, V Who euer plots the finne thou poin'st the season. Tis thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason, And in thy thadie Cell where none may spie him, Sits fin to ceaze the foules that wander by him. Thou maket'st the ves'tall violate her oath, Thou blowest'st the fire when temperance is thawd, Thou smotherst'st honestie, thou murthrest'st troth, Thou fowle abbettor, thou notorious bawd, Thou planteest'st scandal, and displaceest'st lawd. Thou rauisher, thou traytor, thou false theef, Thy honie turnes to gall, thy joy to greefe. Thy fecret pleasure turnes to open shame, Thy priuate feasting to a publicke fast, Thy smoothing titles to a ragged name, Thy fugred tongue to bitter wormwood taft, Thy violent vanities can neuer last. How comes it then, vile opportunity Being so bad, such numbers seeke for thee? G 2
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