Tendonitis on his knee and death follows! 'a pour'd a flagon
of Flying Fish on my head. This same knee, sir, was, sir,
Utley's knee, the Phils slugger.
This? [Takes the knee]
Alas, poor Utley! I knew him, Victorino, a fellow of infinite
skill, of most excellent power. He hath bore me on his back a
thousand times, and now how abhorr'd in my imagination it is!
My gorge rises at it.