[Exit.]
Enter Vernon and Basset.
VERNON.
Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.
BASSET.
And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.
YORK.
This is my servant; hear him, noble prince.
SOMERSET.
And this is mine, sweet Henry, favour him.
KING HENRY.
Be patient, lords, and give them leave to speak.
Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim,
And wherefore crave you combat, or with whom?
VERNON.
With him, my lord, for he hath done me wrong.
BASSET.
And I with him, for he hath done me wrong.
KING HENRY.
What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
First let me know, and then I’ll answer you.