WHICH said, the Lacquey opens the Boot, out comes the Knight, Du Vall leaps lightly off his Horse, and hands the Lady out of the Coach. They Danc’d, and here it was that Du Vall performed marvels; the best Master in London, except those that are French not being able to shew such footing as he did in his great, riding French Boots.* The Dancing being over, he waits on the Lady to her Coach; as the Knight was going in, sayes Du Vall to him, Sir, You have forgot to pay the Musick: No, I have not, replies the Knight, and putting his hand under the seat of the Coach, puls out a Hundred pounds in a bag, and delivers it to him: Which Du Vall took with a very good grace, and courteously answered, Sir, You are liberal, and shall have no cause to repent your being so; this liberality of yours shall excuse you the other Three Hundred Pounds; and giving him the word, that, if he met with any more of the Crew, he might pass undisturb’d, he civilly takes his leave of him.
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* “As I should have told you before,” says Pope a little further on, “there being no Violins, Du Vall sung the Corant himself.”