Death of Wat Tyler
Wat Tyler, leader of the Peasants' Revolt, is treacherously stabbed by William Walworth during negotiations with King Richard II. The moment shatters the fragile truce, sparking chaos among the peasan
Setting
Smithfield, London, an open area outside the city walls traditionally used for livestock markets and public gatherings. The ground is trampled earth mixed with patches of summer-dry grass, surrounded by makeshift market stalls and the distant silhouette of London's medieval buildings.
Characters
Wat Tyler
primary
A rugged man in his late 30s with a wiry, muscular build from years of labor. His face is weathered and lined, with a prominent nose and deep-set eyes that burn with intensity. Dark, unkempt hair falls to his shoulders, and a short, scruffy beard frames his jaw. His hands are calloused, and his stance is that of a man accustomed to hard work and confrontation.
King Richard II
primary
A slender youth of 14 years with fair, shoulder-length hair and delicate features that belie his royal status. His pale complexion contrasts with the tension-reddened cheeks, and his blue eyes flicker between calculation and barely concealed fear. Though young, he carries himself with the practiced posture of nobility.
William Walworth
secondary
A middle-aged man of sturdy build, with a square jaw and piercing grey eyes that betray his sharp vigilance. His face is weathered from years of civic duty, with deep lines framing a mouth set in perpetual determination. His dark brown hair is streaked with grey, cropped short in the practical style of London's merchant class.
Rebel Archer
secondary
A gaunt, wiry man in his late 30s with sun-weathered skin and calloused hands from years of labor. His dark brown hair is ragged and unkempt, framing a face with deep-set, wary eyes and a prominent nose. His lean build suggests a life of hardship but also the physical endurance of a peasant who has worked the land.
Royal Guard
background
A broad-shouldered man in his late 30s with a weathered face, short-cropped dark hair, and a thick beard. His hands are calloused from years of wielding weapons, and his stance suggests military training. His eyes are sharp and constantly scanning for threats.
Dialog
Wat Tyler
By Christ's blood, we will not be robbed another day! Our backs break while their coffers grow fat!
King Richard II
We... I mean to say, our royal grace has promised your grievances shall be—
William Walworth
Sire, this churl's tongue outruns his wits. The markets suffer while rebels prate of justice!
Wat Tyler
Justice? Aye, we'll have it now—no more scraps from your high tables!
King Richard II
You forget yourself, Tyler! Or do you presume to school kings in governance?
William Walworth
Peace, Your Grace. Let me settle accounts with this rabble-rouser.
Wat Tyler
Settle? Aye, settle this—