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Yet shalt thou err if thou do not this thing.

Yet shall mine heart be grief-stung, if I do it.

Yield thou: this grace may prove perchance a duty.

O that in strife thou ne'er hadst won this maid!

Yet thy friend's victory is surely thine.

Well said: yet let the woman hence depart.

Yea—if need be. First look well—need it be?

Needs must—save thou wilt else be wroth with me.

I too know what I do, insisting thus.

Have then thy will: thy pleasure is my pain.

Yet one day shalt thou praise me: only yield.