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Section 649
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1Lucy.
2Is Talbot slaine, the Frenchmens only Scourge,
3Your Kingdomes terror, and blacke Nemesis?
4Oh were mine eye‑balles into Bullets turn'd,
5That I in rage might shoot them at your faces.
6Oh, that I could but call these dead to life,
7It were enough to fright the Realme of France.
8Were but his Picture left amongst you here,