Death of Wat Tyler
Wat Tyler, leader of the Peasants' Revolt, confronts King Richard II at Smithfield to demand further concessions. The meeting turns violent when Tyler is accused of insolence, leading to his fatal sta
Setting
Smithfield, London - a large open space outside the city walls, traditionally used for livestock markets and public gatherings. Dusty ground, trampled grass, and scattered market stalls frame the scene.
Characters
Wat Tyler
primary
A rugged man in his late 30s with a wiry, muscular build from years of hard labor. His face is weathered and tanned, with deep-set eyes that burn with conviction. A thick beard, streaked with gray, frames his jaw. His hands are calloused and strong, one gripping the reins of his horse tightly.
King Richard II
primary
A slight, fair-haired boy of 14 years with delicate features and pale skin. His youthful face shows a mix of regal composure and underlying nervousness, with clear blue eyes that betray his uncertainty despite his royal bearing. His hands are well-kept, without callouses, and he carries himself with the posture of one raised in courtly manners.
Mayor of London (William Walworth)
secondary
A middle-aged man of sturdy build, with a square jaw and close-cropped graying beard. His piercing blue eyes are set deep beneath thick brows, and his nose bears the faint scar of an old blade wound. His hands are calloused from years of wielding weapons, yet his posture carries the authority of a seasoned leader.
Royal Guard
secondary
A tall, broad-shouldered man in his late 30s, with a weathered face marked by a deep scar running from his left eyebrow to his jaw. His short, dark hair is slightly greying at the temples, and his hands are calloused from years of wielding weapons. His steely grey eyes constantly scan the crowd for threats.
Rebel Peasant
background
A gaunt, sunburnt man in his late 30s with wiry muscles from years of labor. His face is lined with hardship, and his teeth are yellowed and uneven. His hands are calloused and dirty, gripping a makeshift weapon—a rusted scythe blade lashed to a wooden pole.
Dialog
Wat Tyler
We'll have our rights writ plain—no more taxes to bleed us dry! The land is ours by sweat and toil!
King Richard II
By our crown, we have granted pardons! Return to your homes peaceably, and justice shall be done.
Wat Tyler
Justice? What justice in chains and hunger? We'll not be fed empty words while our children starve!
Mayor of London (William Walworth)
Enough! This dog barks too boldly!
Wat Tyler
Agh—! You'd strike an unarmed man?
King Richard II
Walworth! What madness—
Mayor of London (William Walworth)
See to the king! This traitor's tongue is stilled!