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## Overview
This is a section of text (ll. 897-917) extracted from a plain text file, representing a portion of the poem *The Rape of Lucrece*. It is of type "section" and was extracted on January 30, 2026.
## Context
This section is part of the chapter "[THE RAPE OF LYGRECE.](arke:01KG6S4F3XW2RKF6WDXEATZYAA)" within a larger poetry collection. The text was extracted from the file "[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)" and is part of the "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)" collection. The preceding section is "[ll. 876—896](arke:01KG6S5N5Q038ASSHWTC8BCWQY)" and the subsequent section is "[II. 918—938](arke:01KG6S5N5T4CR56ETQ1DW7WBBG)".
## Contents
This section contains lines 897 to 917 of *The Rape of Lucrece*. The text presents a continuation of the poem's exploration of guilt, time, and opportunity, with vivid imagery and rhetorical questions. It references the betrayal of opportunity and the consequences of time's actions, including themes of murder, theft, perjury, treason, and incest. The section also includes a reference to "[Page 244](arke:01KG6QE9J88X467ANQ2PE68AE1)" of the original document.
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# THE RAPE OF LYCRECE.
Guilty thou art of murther, and of theft,
Guilty of periurie, and subornation,
Guilty of treason, forgerie, and shift,
Guilty of incest that abhomination,
An accessarie by thine inclination.
To all sinnes past and all that are to come,
From the creation to the generall doome.
Mishapen time, copesmate of vgly night,
Swift subtle post, carrier of griessie care,
Eater of youth, false slaue to false delight:
Base watch of woes, sins packhorse, vertues snare.
Thou noursset all, and murthrest all that are.
O heare me then, iniurious shifting time,
Be guiltie of my death since of my crime.
V Vhy hath thy seruant opportunity
Betraide the howres thou gaust me to repose?
Canceld my fortunes, and inchained me
To endlesse date of neuer-ending woes?
Times office is to fine the hate of foes,
To cate vp errours by opinion bred,
Not spend the dowrie of a lawfull bed.
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