Killing of Wat Tyler
Wat Tyler, leader of the Peasants' Revolt, confronts King Richard II and his forces in Smithfield Market. The tension escalates as Tyler, armed with a dagger, demands further concessions from the youn
Setting
Smithfield Market, an open square in London with cobblestone streets, surrounded by timber-framed buildings with thatched roofs. The market stalls are overturned, and the ground is littered with scattered goods and debris from the chaos of the revolt.
Characters
Wat Tyler
primary
A rugged, middle-aged peasant leader with a wiry build and sun-weathered skin. His face is marked by deep lines from years of labor and hardship. His dark, unruly hair is streaked with gray, and his piercing eyes burn with defiance. He grips a simple dagger tightly in his calloused hand.
King Richard II
primary
A slender, fair-haired youth of 14 years with delicate features and pale skin, sitting atop a well-groomed warhorse. His blue eyes betray a mix of determination and nervousness as he gazes down upon the crowd. His regal bearing is undercut by his youthful frame.
Mayor William Walworth
secondary
A stout, middle-aged man with a weathered face, graying hair, and a firm jaw. His eyes are sharp and alert, reflecting his experience in city governance and military affairs. His posture is upright, showing his accustomed authority, while his muscular build suggests a man who has seen physical conflict.
Royal Guard Captain
secondary
A seasoned warrior in his mid-40s, with a muscular build and a face weathered by years of service. His piercing eyes scan the crowd for threats, and a prominent scar runs down his left cheek—a testament to past battles. His stance is rigid, ready to spring into action at any moment.
Angry Peasant
background
A gaunt man in his late 30s with sunken cheeks and wild, unkempt hair. His face is smeared with dirt and sweat, and his eyes burn with fury. He has a wiry build, hardened by years of labor, and calloused hands gripping a makeshift weapon.
Dialog
Wat Tyler
By the blood of Christ, we will have justice! No more taxes to fatten lords who never lift a finger!
King Richard II
We shall hear thy grievances in proper course, but this rabble must disperse! By our royal word—
Mayor William Walworth
Stand down, knave! You address your sovereign!
Wat Tyler
Sovereign? A boy who hides behind merchants' gold while our children starve!
King Richard II
We... we shall grant pardons to all who—
Mayor William Walworth
Enough! This treason ends now!
Wat Tyler
Agh—! So dies... every honest man...