Killing of Simon Sudbury
A mob of peasants storms the Tower of London, seizing Simon Sudbury, the Archbishop of Canterbury, and executing him in a brutal act of defiance against oppressive poll taxes.
Setting
The Tower of London's inner courtyard, surrounded by high stone walls and the imposing White Tower. The cobblestone ground is uneven, and the air is thick with the scent of sweat and fear. The mob has breached the gates, and chaos reigns.
Characters
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Simon Sudbury
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A tall, gaunt man in his late 60s with thinning white hair and a deeply lined face. His pale blue eyes are wide with fear, and his hands tremble slightly. His long, bony fingers clutch at his robes as if seeking divine protection.
Peasant Leader
primary
A burly man in his late 30s, with a weathered face marked by deep lines from years of labor under the sun. His dark, matted hair is tied back with a strip of cloth, and his beard is unkempt. His hands are calloused and strong, gripping a rusted scythe repurposed as a weapon. His piercing eyes burn with righteous fury.
Tower Guard
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A burly man in his late 30s, with a weathered face marked by old scars and a thick, unkempt beard. His muscular frame is built from years of training and combat, but his posture now shows signs of exhaustion and strain. His dark brown eyes are wide with alarm, and sweat beads on his furrowed brow.
Mob Member
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A gaunt, wiry man in his late 30s with sunken cheeks and a wild, unkempt beard. His hands are calloused from years of labor, and his eyes burn with a mix of fury and desperation. His hair is matted with sweat and dirt, and his skin is weathered from years of toil under the sun.
Dialog
Peasant Leader
By the blood of our starvin' children, Sudbury! The time for your empty prayers is done!
Simon Sudbury
Good people, I beseech thee—by the holy rood, this violence profanes God's—
Peasant Leader
Profanes? PROFANES? Your gold-choked altars profane the very earth we till!
Simon Sudbury
The King's taxes are not of my devising... if you would but—
Peasant Leader
Liar! Your bloated coffers are lined with our last grains!
Simon Sudbury
Mercy—I beg—
Peasant Leader
Mercy? Like you showed Widow Agnes when her babe died for want of bread? The axe shows mercy today!
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