Death of Wat Tyler at Smithfield
Wat Tyler, leader of the Peasants' Revolt, is fatally wounded during a tense negotiation with King Richard II at Smithfield. After making bold demands for social reform, Tyler is suddenly struck down
Setting
Smithfield, a large open area in London used for livestock markets and public gatherings. The ground is trampled dirt mixed with patches of grass, surrounded by timber-framed buildings and the distant spires of St. Bartholomew's Priory.
Characters
Wat Tyler
primary
A rugged man in his late 30s with a wiry, muscular build from years of labor. His face is weathered, with deep lines around his eyes and mouth, and a short, unkempt beard. His dark hair is streaked with gray and tied back roughly. His hands are calloused, and he carries himself with the confidence of a man used to leading others.
King Richard II
primary
A slender, pale youth of 14 years with delicate features, fine blond hair that falls just below his ears, and large, alert blue eyes that betray both intelligence and wariness. His posture is upright but not rigid, suggesting royal training yet retaining adolescent uncertainty.
Mayor of London
secondary
William Walworth, a middle-aged man with a sturdy build, broad shoulders, and a weathered face marked by years of civic duty. His piercing grey eyes are sharp with suspicion, and his jaw is set firmly beneath a neatly trimmed beard. His hands, calloused from years of wielding weapons, grip a dagger at his belt.
Royal Guard
secondary
A broad-shouldered man in his late 30s with a weathered face, short-cropped brown hair, and a thick beard. His piercing blue eyes scan the crowd warily, and his muscular frame is clad in chainmail reinforced with steel plates. A faded scar runs from his left temple to his jawline, evidence of past battles.
Rebel Lieutenant
background
A wiry peasant man in his late 30s with sunken cheeks and a patchy beard, his face lined from years of labor. His hands are calloused, gripping a rough-hewn oak staff tightly. His dark hair is matted with sweat and dust from the march to London.
Dialog
Wat Tyler
By the blood we’ve spilled in the fields, we demand an end to serfdom! A man’s worth is in his labor, not his birth!
King Richard II
We have heard thy demands, Tyler. But by the grace of God, these matters require lawful deliberation—
Wat Tyler
Deliberation? Nay! We’ve had enough of waiting while our children starve!
Mayor of London
Stand back, Tyler! You overreach yourself before the king!
King Richard II
Peace, Walworth! Let us—
Wat Tyler
Peace? There’ll be no peace while the lords feast and we till their lands for naught!
Mayor of London
Enough! You dare raise your voice against the Lord’s anointed?