Setting
Smithfield, a large open area outside the city walls of London, traditionally used for livestock markets and public gatherings. The ground is uneven and trampled by the hooves of animals and the feet of many people. The area is surrounded by makeshift stalls and the distant silhouette of London's city walls and St. Bartholomew's Priory.
Characters
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Wat Tyler
primary
A rugged, weather-beaten man in his late 30s with a muscular build from years of labor. His face is lined with deep creases from sun exposure, and he sports a thick, unkempt beard. His hands are calloused, and his dark hair is streaked with gray, tied back roughly with a leather cord.
King Richard II
primary
A slender young man with delicate features, fair complexion, and shoulder-length golden-brown hair. His face is smooth, betraying his youth, with piercing blue eyes that convey both intelligence and a hint of nervous energy. His posture is regal but slightly tense, betraying the strain of the moment.
William Walworth, Mayor of London
secondary
A middle-aged man of sturdy build, with a square jaw and piercing eyes that betray both determination and a calculating nature. His face is weathered from years of civic duty, with deep lines around his mouth and forehead. His hands are strong, one gripping a dagger with practiced ease.
Royal Guard
secondary
A tall, broad-shouldered man in his late 30s, with a weathered face and a thick beard. His piercing eyes scan the crowd with military precision, and his muscular frame is clad in chainmail and a surcoat bearing the king's colors. His hands are calloused from years of wielding weapons, and he stands with the disciplined posture of a seasoned soldier.
Rebel Peasant
background
A wiry man in his late 30s, with sun-weathered skin and calloused hands from years of labor. His dark hair is matted with sweat and dust, and his beard is unkempt. His eyes are wide with shock, reflecting the sudden violence unfolding before him.
Dialog
Wat Tyler
We demand an end to serfdom and the poll tax, King Richard! No more lords, no more taxes!
King Richard II
We shall consider your demands, but you must disperse this unlawful gathering at once. It is our royal will.
Wat Tyler
Consider? We've had enough of your empty words! The people will have justice today!
William Walworth
You dare threaten the king? This insolence ends now!
Wat Tyler
Stand aside, Walworth! This is between the king and his people!
William Walworth
You are no leader—you are a traitor!
King Richard II
Enough! Guards, seize him!