Yokefellows in arms,
Let us to France. Shakespeare's Henry V.

You cannot think me fit
To be th' yokefellow of your wit,
Nor take one of so mean deserts
To be the part'ner of your parts. Hudibras.

Before Toulon thy yokemate lies,
Where all the live-long night he sighs. Stepney.

Those who have most distinguished themselves by railing at the sex, very often chuse one of the most worthless for a companion and yokefellow. Addison's Spectator.