Therewithal

1874, Ernest Myers (transl.), The Extant Odes of Pindar, translated into English, Olympian Ode I, page 5. […] the Father hath hung above him a mighty stone that he would fain ward from his head, and therewithal he is fallen from joy.

Your old bull-pen was bad enough, but the new one proved far worse: the inclosure being much smaller, and crowded with men; the ground, too, being so level, that it was impossible to keep my quarters from being flooded whenever there was any considerable fall of rain. Therewithal, it was an uncleaned stable, the beasts having lately been taken out […]