Murder of Simon Sudbury
A violent mob storms the Tower of London, capturing and beheading Simon Sudbury, the Archbishop of Canterbury, as part of the Peasants' Revolt against oppressive poll taxes.
Setting
The Tower of London's inner courtyard, surrounded by imposing stone walls and battlements. The cobblestone ground is uneven, worn by years of use. The air is thick with tension as the mob surges forward, their makeshift weapons raised.
Characters
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Simon Sudbury
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An elderly man in his late 60s, with a gaunt face framed by thinning white hair and a long, unkempt beard. His deep-set eyes are weary, and his posture is slightly stooped from years of scholarly and clerical work. His hands, though aged, are well-kept, with long fingers that once held the quill of authority.
Wat Tyler
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A rugged, middle-aged man with a wiry frame, sun-weathered skin, and deep-set eyes that burn with intensity. His dark hair is streaked with grey and tied back roughly, and his hands are calloused from years of labor. A jagged scar runs down his left cheek, a testament to past conflicts.
King Richard II
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A slender young man of 14 years, with delicate features and fair, almost effeminate beauty. His pale complexion contrasts sharply with the chaos around him, and his wide, blue eyes reflect both fear and a dawning awareness of his own powerlessness.
Mob Leader
secondary
A burly, middle-aged peasant with a weathered face, sunken cheeks, and a thick, unkempt beard. His muscular frame shows years of hard labor, and his hands are calloused and strong. His dark eyes burn with intensity, and his brow is furrowed in anger. A deep scar runs across his left cheek, a mark of past conflicts.
Tower Guard
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A middle-aged man of sturdy build, with a weathered face marked by years of service. His short, dark beard is streaked with gray, and his deep-set eyes are shadowed beneath a steel helmet. His hands are calloused from wielding weapons, and his stance shows the weariness of a man who has seen too much violence.
Dialog
Simon Sudbury
Good people, I beseech you, remember the mercy of Christ! Lay down your arms and let us speak as men of reason.
Wat Tyler
Mercy? You who taxed us to starvation? The time for words is past—justice comes with steel!
Mob Leader
Aye! No more lies from fat priests! His head for the taxes he wrung from our children!
Simon Sudbury
Then may God have mercy on us all, for you know not what you do.
Wat Tyler
Drag him to the block! Let the Tower stones drink his blood as we drank his taxes!
Mob Leader
Hack off his mitre first—let the crown of his pride roll in the dirt!
Simon Sudbury
In manus tuas, Domine...
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