"Good morrow to thee, jolly fellow," quoth Robin, "thou seemest happy this merry morn." / "Ay, that am I," quoth the jolly Butcher, "and why should I not be so? Am I nothale in wind and limb? Have I not the bonniest lass in all Nottinghamshire? And lastly, am I not to be married to her on Thursday next in sweet Locksley Town?"
c.1515–1516 (date written; published1568),John Skelton, “Against Venemous Tongues Enpoysoned with Sclaunder and False Detractions, &c.”, inAlexander Dyce, editor,The Poetical Works of John Skelton:[…], volume I, London:Thomas Rodd,[…], published1843,→OCLC:
Then let them vale a bonet of their proud ſayle, / And of their taunting toies reſt with ilhayle.
Eftſoones all heedleſſe of his deareſthale, / Full greedily into the heard he thruſt: / To ſlaughter them, and vvorke their finall bale, / Leaſt that his toyle ſhould of their troups be bruſt.
For I had beene vilely hurried andhaled by those poore men, which had taken the paines to carry me upon their armes a long and wearysome way, and to say truth, they had all beene wearied twice or thrice over, and were faine to shift severall times.
1636,John Denham, “The Destruction of Troy, an Essay on the Second Book ofVirgil’sÆneis. Written in the Year 1636.”, inPoems and Translations; with the Sophy, a Tragedy, 5th edition, London: Printed forJacob Tonson,[…], published1709,→OCLC,page38:
A ſpacious Breach we make, andTroy’s proud Wall / Built by the Gods, by our own hands doth fall; / Thus, all their help to their own Ruin give, / Some draw with Cords, and ſome the Monſter drive / With Rolls andLeavers, thus our Works it climbs, / Big with our Fate, the Youth with Songs and Rhimes, / Some dance, ſomehale the Rope; at laſt let down / It enters with a thund’ring Noiſe the Town.
The wingless, crawling hours, one among whom / —As some dark Priesthales the reluctant victim— / Shall drag thee, cruel King, to kiss the blood / From these pale feet, which then might trample thee / If they disdained not such a prostrate slave.
By night we dragg'd her to the college tower / From her warm bed, and up the corkscrew stair / With hand and rope wehaled the groaning sow, / And on the leads we kept her till she pigg'd.
1909 September 9,Archibald Marshall [pseudonym; Arthur Hammond Marshall], “A Court Ball”, inThe Squire’s Daughter, London:Methuen & Co.[…],→OCLC, page 9:
He tried to persuade Cicely to stay away from the ball-room for a fourth dance. [...] But she said she must go back, and when they joined the crowd again her partner washaled off with a frightened look to the royal circle, [...]
The Wanderlust has lured me to the seven lonely seas, / Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth; / The Wanderlust hashaled me from the morris chairs of ease, / Has hurled me to the ends of all the earth.
Jan Karłowicz (1900), “ale”, inSłownik gwar polskich [Dictionary of Polish dialects] (in Polish), volume 1: Ado E, Kraków: Akademia Umiejętności, page10
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