Death of Wat Tyler
Mayor William Walworth strikes down rebel leader Wat Tyler during tense negotiations with King Richard II, surrounded by armed peasants and royal guards.
Setting
Smithfield, London — an open field outside the city walls, historically used for markets and livestock trading. The ground is uneven and trampled, with patches of mud and grass. Nearby, makeshift stalls and pens stand abandoned due to the unrest.
Characters
Wat Tyler
primary
A rugged man in his late 30s, with a wiry but strong build from years of labor. His sun-weathered face is framed by a short, unkempt beard, and his dark hair is tied back roughly. His hands are calloused, and there's a fierce determination in his piercing eyes.
King Richard II
primary
A slender young man of 14 years, with delicate features, fair skin, and long, golden-blond hair that falls just past his shoulders. His blue eyes are sharp and calculating, though their youthful innocence is still evident. He carries himself with the regal bearing expected of a monarch, though his slight frame betrays his age.
William Walworth
secondary
A middle-aged man of sturdy build, with a square jaw and piercing eyes that reflect his no-nonsense demeanor. His short-cropped hair is streaked with grey, and his face bears the lines of a man accustomed to command. His hands are calloused from years of wielding weapons, and his stance exudes the confidence of a seasoned leader.
Rebel Peasant
secondary
A wiry man in his late 20s with sunburnt skin and calloused hands, his unkempt dark hair matted with sweat. His face bears the scars of hard labor and recent skirmishes.
Royal Guard
background
A sturdy, middle-aged man with a weathered face and strong build, honed from years of military training. His dark hair is cropped short beneath his helmet, and his piercing eyes scan the scene with alertness. He bears the scars of previous battles, a testament to his loyalty and service.
Dialog
Wat Tyler
By the blood of St. George, we will not be shackled again! You promised us justice, and we'll have it—no more empty words!
King Richard II
We have given our word to address your grievances, good Tyler. But you must disband your men and trust in our royal decree.
William Walworth
This insolence cannot be borne, my liege. The rogue speaks treason!
Rebel Peasant
By the rood, what treachery is this?! They strike while we parley!
Wat Tyler
Aye, so this is how kings keep faith—with steel in the back!
Rebel Peasant
To arms! They've murdered our captain!
King Richard II
Hold, you fools! Would you throw away your lives over one man's folly?