_King._ Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him And give him chastisement for this abuse. How say you, my lord? are you not content?   [ada070] _Tal._ Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,   [ada071] I should have begg’d I might have been employ’d. _King._ Then gather strength, and march unto him straight: Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason And what offence it is to flout his friends.   ·ada075· _Tal._ I go, my lord, in heart desiring still You may behold confusion of your foes. [_Exit._   [ada077] _Enter_ VERNON _and_ BASSET. _Ver._ Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.   [ada078] _Bas._ And me, my lord, grant me the combat too. _York._ This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.   ·ada080· _Som._ And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him. _K. Hen._ Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak. Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim? And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom? _Ver._ With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.   ·ada085· _Bas._ And I with him; for he hath done me wrong. _K. Hen._ What is that wrong whereof you both complain?   [ada087] First let me know, and then I’ll answer you. _Bas._ Crossing the sea from England into France, This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,   [ada090] Upbraided me about the rose I wear; Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves Did represent my master’s blushing cheeks,   [ada093] When stubbornly he did repugn the truth About a certain question in the law   ·ada095· Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him; With other vile and ignominious terms: In confutation of which rude reproach And in defence of my lord’s worthiness, I crave the benefit of law of arms.   ·ada100· _Ver._ And that is my petition, noble lord:   [ada101] For though he seem with forged quaint conceit To set a gloss upon his bold intent, Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him; And he first took exceptions at this badge,   ·ada105· Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower Bewray’d the faintness of my master’s heart. _York._ Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? _Som._ Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out, Though ne’er so cunningly you smother it.   ·ada110· _K. Hen._ Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men, When for so slight and frivolous a cause Such factious emulations shall arise!   [ada113] Good cousins both, of York and Somerset, Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.   [ada115] _York._ Let this dissension first be tried by fight, And then your highness shall command a peace. _Som._ The quarrel toucheth none but us alone; Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then. _York._ There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.   ·ada120· _Ver._ Nay, let it rest where it began at first. _Bas._ Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.