Death of Abraham Lincoln
John Wilkes Booth, a Confederate sympathizer, assassinates President Abraham Lincoln by shooting him in the head during a performance of 'Our American Cousin' at Ford's Theatre. The audience is initia
Setting
Ford's Theatre, Washington D.C., during the performance of 'Our American Cousin'. The stage is brightly lit, and the presidential box is draped with American flags. The theatre is packed with an audience of about 1,700 people.
Characters
Abraham Lincoln
primary
A tall, gaunt man of 56 years, standing at 6 feet 4 inches with deeply lined features, a prominent brow, and a full beard streaked with gray. His sunken eyes carry the weight of war and leadership.
Mary Todd Lincoln
primary
A woman in her mid-40s with a rounded face, dark brown hair styled in a modest bun with curls framing her face, and a slightly plump figure indicative of her social status. Her complexion is pale with a slight flush from the warmth of the theater.
John Wilkes Booth
secondary
A 26-year-old man of slender but athletic build, standing at 5 feet 8 inches tall. He has dark, wavy hair slicked back, a well-groomed mustache, and piercing dark eyes that convey intensity. His facial features are sharp and angular, with a prominent nose and high cheekbones.
Major Henry Rathbone
secondary
A Union officer in his early 30s, with a well-groomed mustache and short, dark hair. He has a sturdy military build, standing at about 5'10", with sharp, alert eyes that reflect his disciplined nature.
Clara Harris
secondary
A young woman in her mid-20s with a slender yet poised build, fair complexion, and dark brown hair styled in a modest but elegant updo with soft curls framing her face. Her hazel eyes are expressive, and she carries herself with the grace of an upper-class lady.
Dialog
Abraham Lincoln
I reckon that line would be far less amusing had it come from a Democrat's mouth, eh Mary?
Mary Todd Lincoln
Mon cher, you mustn't jest so loudly—though the Lord knows you need more laughter these days.
Major Henry Rathbone
Sir, that gentleman—he's not approaching through the proper corridor.
Abraham Lincoln
Now Major, let us not—
Mary Todd Lincoln
Abraham?! Saints preserve—
Major Henry Rathbone
Damn your soul! The President!
Mary Todd Lincoln
Fetch a surgeon! For God's mercy, fetch—his poor head—