Meeting of Richard II with Rebels at Mile End
King Richard II meets with the leaders of the Peasants' Revolt at Mile End, attempting to negotiate with the rebels who demand an end to serfdom and oppressive taxes. The young king, surrounded by his
Setting
A large open field at Mile End, just outside London's city walls. The ground is trampled grass and dirt, with patches of wildflowers. The surrounding area is dotted with peasant huts and small farmsteads, with the distant spires of London visible.
Characters
King Richard II
primary
A slender youth of 14 years with delicate features, pale complexion, and shoulder-length golden-brown hair. His light blue eyes betray a mix of royal composure and youthful uncertainty. Though slight of frame, he carries himself with regal bearing.
Wat Tyler
primary
A rugged man in his late 30s with a wiry frame hardened by years of labor. His dark, unkempt hair is streaked with grey, and his calloused hands bear the marks of a lifelong peasant. His sharp, piercing eyes reflect both intelligence and defiance, while a deep scar runs across his left cheek—a testament to past struggles.
Peasant Leader
secondary
A sturdy, middle-aged man with sun-weathered skin and rough, calloused hands. His dark hair is streaked with grey and tied back with a simple leather cord. A prominent scar runs across his left eyebrow, a testament to past hardships.
Royal Guard
secondary
A well-built man in his late 30s, standing tall with a square jaw and close-cropped dark hair. His face is weathered from years of service, with a prominent scar running from his left temple to his cheekbone. His piercing blue eyes are constantly scanning the crowd for threats. He wears chainmail under a red and gold surcoat bearing the royal insignia, with a broadsword at his hip and a round shield slung over his back.
Rebel Peasant
background
A gaunt man in his late 30s with sunken cheeks and a wiry frame, his hands calloused from years of labor. His dark hair is matted with sweat and dust, and his beard is unkempt. His eyes are bloodshot from exhaustion and anger.
Dialog
King Richard II
Good people of our realm, we have come forth to hear your grievances. Speak, and by our royal word, we shall grant what may justly be granted.
Wat Tyler
Justly granted? Your lords bleed us dry with taxes while we starve! No more villeinage—no more serfdom! We are free men by God's law!
Peasant Leader
Aye! The poll tax breaks our backs while your nobles feast. We demand charters of freedom—written and sealed!
King Richard II
Peace, peace! We... I understand your suffering. But rebellion against God's anointed is—
Wat Tyler
God hears the cries of the oppressed, sire! Shall your justices hang us for wanting bread?
King Richard II
Your charters shall be drawn... but lay down your arms, we beseech you. There is no need for violence.
Peasant Leader
Our scythes will stay sharp until we see seals on parchment, your grace. By the blood we've spilled already, we'll have justice or more blood!