Attack on Tax Collector John Bampton in Brentwood
Angry peasants confront royal tax collector John Bampton in Brentwood's town square, armed with torches and farming tools, demanding justice and an end to oppressive taxation. The crowd's fury is palp
Setting
A dusty town square in Brentwood, Essex, surrounded by timber-framed buildings with thatched roofs. The square is unevenly cobbled, with patches of dirt and trampled grass. A wooden pillory stands at the center, slightly off-kilter.
Characters
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John Bampton
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A middle-aged man of slight build, with thinning brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His face is pale, with sharp features and a prominent nose. His hands are soft, unused to manual labor, and he has a slight stoop from years spent hunched over ledgers.
Rebel Leader
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A burly peasant man in his late 30s with a muscular build from years of farm labor. His face is weathered and tanned, with a thick, unkempt beard and deep-set, fiery eyes. His hands are calloused and strong, gripping a wooden club tightly.
Peasant Woman
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A gaunt, middle-aged woman with sunken cheeks and deep-set eyes that burn with fury. Her hands are rough and calloused from years of labor, and her straw-colored hair is streaked with gray, escaping from a frayed linen coif.
Young Rebel
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A wiry teenage boy with sunburnt skin and wild, straw-colored hair. His face is smudged with dirt, and his knuckles are white from gripping the pitchfork too tightly. His eyes are wide with a mix of fear and exhilaration, darting between the Rebel Leader and John Bampton.
Bampton's Clerk
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A thin, pale man in his late twenties with a nervous demeanor. His narrow face is framed by lank, dark brown hair, and his small, watery eyes dart about anxiously. His hands are ink-stained from long hours of clerical work, and his posture is slightly hunched from bending over documents.
Dialog
Rebel Leader
By the blood of our children starved by your greed, Bampton! No more taxes shall bleed us dry while you feast!
John Bampton
This—this unlawful assembly is in direct contravention of His Majesty's— I demand you disperse at once, by order of the crown!
Peasant Woman
Demand? DEMAND? You'll demand naught but six feet of earth when we're done with ye, leech!
Rebel Leader
Hear how the serpent hisses empty threats! The law he hides behind is the same that strangles honest men!
John Bampton
I—I bear only the lawful commissions of Parliament! If you harm an officer of the crown, the justices will—
Peasant Woman
Justice? Aye, you'll have it! The justice of the hungry and the wronged!
Rebel Leader
To the pillory with him! Let the taxman taste the wood that's pressed our necks these thirty years!
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