Tiangou ?

[Garaboncias]

perhaps under a new name?

I knew him, Horatio!

A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy:
he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now,
how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it.

Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.

Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Not one now, to mock your own grinning?