Death of Wat Tyler
Mayor William Walworth stabs Wat Tyler, the leader of the Peasants' Revolt, in front of King Richard II's retinue during negotiations at Smithfield. The sudden violence shocks the assembled rebels and
Setting
Smithfield, an open area outside the city walls of London, traditionally used for livestock markets and gatherings. The ground is uneven and trampled by the feet of thousands of rebels and the king's retinue. Nearby, the city walls loom, and the distant spires of London's churches can be seen.
Characters
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Wat Tyler
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A weather-beaten man in his late 30s with a wiry, muscular build from years of labor. His face is lined with deep creases from sun exposure and hardship, with a prominent nose and piercing brown eyes that burn with conviction. His dark hair is cropped short and streaked with early gray, his beard roughly trimmed. His hands are calloused and bear scars from past conflicts.
William Walworth
primary
A stout, middle-aged man with a square jaw and piercing eyes that betray his merchant background. His face is weathered from years of city politics, and his posture exudes authority.
Richard II
secondary
A slender, fair-haired youth of 14 years with pale skin and delicate features. His blue eyes are wide with the tension of the moment, and his posture betrays his royal training despite his evident anxiety. His hands clutch at the reins of his horse with nervous energy.
Rebel Lieutenant
secondary
A rugged man in his mid-30s with a wiry, sun-weathered frame and calloused hands that speak of hard labor. His face is marked by a recent scar across his left cheekbone, and his dark brown hair is cropped short beneath a simple cloth cap. His eyes, sharp and accustomed to assessing threats, now widen in shock.
Royal Guard
background
A battle-hardened soldier in his late 30s with a broad, muscular build. His face is weathered from years of outdoor service, with a thick beard and a prominent scar running from his left temple to his cheekbone. His hands are calloused, gripping his weapon tightly.
Dialog
Wat Tyler
Ye promised us justice, King! The serfs will no longer be yoked like oxen while the lords fatten on our labour!
William Walworth
Enough of your treasonous tongue, churl!
Richard II
Hold, good Walworth! Let us parley—
Wat Tyler
What—? Agh!
William Walworth
Thus perish all traitors to the Crown!
Richard II
Pax! Pax! My people—
Wat Tyler
Brothers... fight... on...
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