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Wat - Excess

The scenes below were written for 'Wat', but either belong to the 2003 version or else were proposed for the 2006 version and since discarded.

Absolution

Chapel

Sudbury and Hales at prayer.

Jack:

So, seeking absolution.
Could be a long time, with all your sins.

Sudbury:

Here am I, your Archbishop,
No traitor nor soiler am I.

Jack:

You look after the Church, Sudbury,
And the Government is your responsibility.
Keep praying -
But God won't hear a word you're saying.
Sudbury killed.
And as for you, Mr Hales,
As Treasurer, you may well look pale.
Time to join your friend:
Nothing like a popular send-off.
Hales killed.

Absolution



Ball and Chain

Gallows

Richard:

Well, the ball and chain's on the other shoe.
Enjoy your moments of delusion, did you?
You must think me a fool.
I'm the King, I make the rules.
You really thought you could outsmart me?
Such a noble cause, democracy.
Peasants, now, and always shall be -
And you call yourselves democracy.

Peasants proceed to their deaths.

Ball & Chain

Funeral



Bampton's Entry

Peasant Village

Music accompanies Bampton's progress and entry. No words, here

Bampton's Entry



Bampton and the Villagers

Peasant village.

Use different villager for each line.

Villager:
Who is it?

Villager:

A smiler.

Villager:

He cannot be no common farmer, tiler.

Villager:

Look at his fine cloak.

Villager:

His white horse.

Villager:

Such honour, on some honourable course?

Bampton:

I'm Thomas Bampton,
I'm the King's right-hand man,
And my old mummy and daddy they think I'm grand, man.
I was brought up rich -
Didn't live in no ditch -
I'm finger-licking proof of God's great plan, man.
Cos I'm Thomas Bampton,
I'm my greatest fan,
So why am I here in this cheap part of the land, man?

Villager:

What does he want?

Villager:

What will he steal?

Villager:

Oh, he'll justify himself with some legal spiel.

Villager:

Does as he likes.

Villager:

Just as he feels.
Villager:
And we lie back and think of England, is that the deal?

Bampton:

I'm here today,
Just to say,
that every last chappy has a small amount to pay.
The country's in need
And Parliament's decreed
That if you're not in nappies then you'd better make it snappy
And I'll be on my way.
Cos I'm Thomas Bampton,
So cool, so handsome,
But I don't like to stand around and wait.

Villager:

Did you hear that?

Villager:

A likely tale.

Villager:

Pay your taxes, lads, or go to jail.

Villager:

Can't brew our own beer.

Villager:

Can't bake our own bread.

Villager:

The Church is just another mouth that must be fed.

Villager:

They take the land,

Villager:

We pay the rent,

Villager:

And every day we're deeper into debt.

Villager:

And all the while

Villager:

They live in style.

Villager:

It's hard to breathe at the bottom of the pile.

Bampton:

Some explanation?
Some information?
There's a war on, in case you'd forgotten.
The King can't afford
Soldiers abroad,
He needs your pennies for his men, and he needs a lot-of-them!
Where's your national pride?
I don't mean to chide,
But I get mean and nasty when I'm late.

Villager:

He talks of war!

Villager:

Whose war?

Villager:

Some profiteering business of the Lords.

Villager:

The King!

Villager:

A boy!

Villager:

Led astray by greedy money-men.

Villager:

Pride!

Villager:

Financial suicide!

Villager:

We'd almost do the same if we were friends.

Villager:

Go home!

Villager:

Leave us alone!

Villager:

We, too, get mean and nasty, mate!
Bampton:
What is this?
Do you resist?
Such commotion in the sty.
The vermin gabble
Some treason babble
About what their money can and cannot buy.
Such stricken tones -
Have you lost your bone?
Down, dogs, the master's at the gate!
General commotion. Bampton is seized. At some point, Messenger Man has entered unnoticed, watching, and now comments.

Messenger Man:

Looks like discontent
Is about to ferment -
"Citizens Defy the Authorities."
But take it from me
That viewed historically,
Revolutions are a bit of a lottery.
Still, I'll keep in the know -
Who knows how far this'll go?
I'll keep on top of it 'fore it gets on top of me.
Bampton



Chapel

Royal chapel

Sudbury and Hale at prayer.

Chapel



Charitable

Smithfield

Wat/Rebels:

Richard's a charitable bloke.
He's on the side of the down-trodden folk.
He's really a helluva guy:
If you stand on his shoulders
You can touch the sky.
But he's tricked by his cousins
Who rip off the people and leave them with nothing.
We can do it with our help if they leave him alone.
With a show of the sword and a shout
We'll get of the leeches

Solo Rebel:

The sons of beeches
All:
near the throne.

Richard's related to Christ.
He says his prayers on his knees every night.
We wouldn't be surprised
If one day he were canonized.
But it's always the way for heroes:
When you're on top, there's only one way you can go.
He can do it with our help if they leave him alone.
With a show of the sword and a shout
We'll get rid of their laughter

Solo rebel:

The bast - oops!
All:
If he gets a go.
Charitable



Civilised Savages

Street

Jack:

You men take care of the lawyers and the bank managers.
Arrest all the clerics and any other civilised savages you can find.
Archbishop Sudbury,
Head of Church and Government,
Is mine.
Civilised Savages



Credits

Music to credits of video of 2003 performance

Credits



First Ball

Vivienne's bedroom

Vivienne:

La, la, la.
Katherine, Katherine.
What are you wearing to the Ball?

Katherine:

Um.

Vivienne:

The red one? The green one?
I'm not sure myself.
The blue one, this yellow one, maybe?
It's so exciting, my first Ball.
Katherine, you're very quiet.
You've been to see Whatsisname

Katherine:

Whatsisname?
Vivienne:
Wat's his name - isn't it?
It must be wonderful, being in love, love.

Katherine:

Yes, it has its moments.

Vivienne:

Moments to treasure, to hold dear,
Sweet memories that will live for ever.
What is life but love-filled moments?
Don't fret, don't worry.
It'll all work out, you'll see.

Katherine:

How lucky am I?
The green one? The red one?
First Ball



Go Home Smithfield

Wat/Rebels:

Well, my friends, it's the end of our rainbow.
We've got all that we came here for.
From this day, it's a new beginning.
Let's go home.

All:

Well, my friends, it's the end of our rainbow.
We've got all that we came here for.
From this day, it's a new beginning.
Let's go home.
(Repeat)

Go Home



Have You Seen?

Knowles' place, afternoon

Mrs Knowles:

Have you seen? Have you seen?
Those peasants are all over the place.
They've taken over London. We're not safe.
We should run, we should run.
We should get out of here.

Knowles:

What would they want with us?

Mrs Knowles:

They're filthy, disgusting,
They smell.
Wat Tyler, their leader, means to see the King -
The cheek of it!
Where's the King's guard?
The soldiers?

Knowles:

In France, no doubt.

Mrs Knowles:

This is serious. They're everywhere.
How can you be so cool?

Knowles:

Settle down.
I doubt they'd bother us.
We're not aristocracy, remember?
All right, don't be afraid.
If what they're saying is true,
They've no beef with us.
They want to speak with the King:
Much good it will do them.

Mrs Knowles:

He's trapped in the Tower,
He can't leave, with the Councillors and Walworth.

Knowles:

Things will probably get nasty at some point.
Best to stay here, best to stay here:
Let the storm pass.
Have You Seen?



Highness

Smithfield

Wat:

Highness, you've nothing to fear.
We're all loyal subjects, here.

Richard:

Then why all the swords and clubs?

Wat:

I guess it's your friends that we don't trust.
Highness



Ideas, Guys

Court

Richard:

We need ideas, guys.

Sudbury:

Inexpensive, yet wise.

Bampton:

That would seem an unlikely pair

Salisbury:

Yet there may be some solution, here.
Ideas, Guys



In Winter

Room in castle

Joan:

In winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight.
In spring, when woods are getting green
I'll try and tell you what I mean.

The beauty of a summer's day
When love shall never pass away.
In dreams we need not understand
The tender warmth of lover's hand.

The seasons and the years run on,
To waken is to find love gone.
No tears to fall like autumn leaves,
And all that's left are memories.
In Winter



Isn't it Time

Rebel camp, evening.

Jack:

Isn't it time you got some sleep, Wat?

Wat

Jack, I'm worried.

Jack:

Worry never won a war, Wat.

Wat:

It's gonna be bloody.

Jack:

Yeah, but they're traitors.
They hate us like dogs
And use us like animals.
Look at the life your mother's had:
Working for drunken bum,
For a lazy, good-for-nothing, son of a slattern.

Wat:

Bloody hell, Jack. What's the story?

Jack:

There can be no turning back, Wat.
Let's get the glory.

Wat:

Ideology, it's all very well,
Like writing songs.
But in the end you've gotta get on with it,
Before your chance is gone.
Isn't it Time



It Seems Court

Walworth:

Oom bah (throughout)

Salisbury:

It seems

Richard:

(It seems)

Salisbury:

That they would like to talk with you.

Richard:

(They'd like to talk with me.)

Salisbury:

And we haven't much choice no more.

Richard:

(No more.)

Salisbury:

Well, let them have their little chat -
But talk back.
Agree

Richard:

(Agree says he.)

Salisbury:

And you could go free.

Richard:

(You could go free, you could go free.)

Salisbury:

Say yes to whatever they want,
And we might stand a chance
Of avoiding the chop,
Seeing this country

Richard:

(And you and me)

Salisbury:

Go to rot.

Give them laws -
Richard:
(Yeah!)

Salisbury:

You're the King, they listen to you.

Richard:

(Do be do do do be)

Salisbury:

And when you've championed their cause

Richard:

(Of course.)

Salisbury:

It can all come back.

Richard:

(It's a fact.)

Salisbury:

It's a fact:
A man's word's not worth what it used to be.

Richard:

(In times of adversity)

Salisbury:

It's political dance
That'll best put a stop
To the rural block

Richard:

(They'll take the lot!)

Salisbury:

Seizing this country

Richard:

(And you and me)

Salisbury:

And dragging it off.

Richard:

Oh sure, that's easy for you to say

Salisbury:

(I like to get my own way)

Richard:

Like puppets on a string
They'll swallow everything -

Salisbury:

All it needs is tact.

Richard:

And if they're unimpressed
And they mistreat their guest?
It's a risk -

Walworth:

Still time for the fist -

Salisbury:

But reason insists
That there's not.
It Seems



John Ball's Been Arrested, Home & Pack

Village

Villagers:

What news? What news?
John Ball's been arrested.
And the refusal to pay the tax is spreading.
What to now? What happens now?
Does it fizzle out like all the rest?



Wat:

My friends, go home and pack.
Put your swords, your bows and arrows, and provisions in your sack.
We march tomorrow,
For the King is our only real friend.
This poll-tax, this way of life, must end.

My friends, we won't be long.
From all around the country, a hundred thousand strong,
We'll meet with Richard,
And when he learns of the truth about the poor,
There'll be no talk of poll-tax anymore.

Only the King has the power to change.
Parliament is ruled by money.
Only the King is a friend of the poor.
He rules for one, he rules for all.

My friends, the time is near
To think about your future, choose a new career.
The world is changing,
But in the end it's for us to heed the call.
Our first act: to rescue John Ball.

All:

My friends, go home and pack.
Put your swords, your bows and arrows,
And provisions in your sack.
We march tomorrow,
For the King is our only real friend.
This poll-tax, this way of life, must end (x2).
Arrested, Home & Pack



Katherine

Katherine's room

This follows 'What Shall I Do'; no words written.

Katherine



Katherine & Nurse

Woods

Nurse:

Wait up, Katherine, Slow down.
These old legs make hard work
Of getting me around.
O, Katherine, where are you?
You know you mustn't rush off like this.
And yet, these days, you often do.

Katherine:

I'm here, Nurse.

Nurse:

Faith, child, you'll be the death of me.
Let us rest a while.

Katherine:

Nurse, I'm cold, and feeling very tired,
And have left my jacket on the chair.
Would you go and get it, please?

Nurse:

It's so far away.
I can't leave you alone.

Katherine:

Oh, that's okay,
Only we shall know.
Please, Nurse, I really am feeling cold.

Nurse:

Very well, but stay here.
Don't go wandering around.
The woods are filled with strange creatures,
Strange sounds.

Nurse leaves.

Katherine & Nurse



Marry the King

Rebel camp

Katherine:

Wat, Wat, my father wants me to marry the King.

Wat:

What do you mean?

Katherine:

He wants his daughter to be Queen
To satisfy his lusting ambition.

Wat:

Katherine.

Oh God, what shall we do?

Wat:

We'll sort it out.

Katherine:

He can't do this, this is too much.

Wat:

Katherine, Katherine.

Katherine:

Married to that weasel.

Wat:

Calm down.
Sit down, my darling, and let me tell you.

We're off to see the King,
Bypass his advisers,
And explain why this poll-tax is such a bad thing.

Katherine:

Wat, they could kill you.

Wat:

We don't want violence,
But we're armed and prepared to see this all the way through.

Nurse:

My lady.

Wat:

We've rescued John Ball,
Imprisoned for no reason.

Nurse:

We can't stay here,

Wat:

I suspect it was your father in charge of it all.

Nurse:

Amongst these ruffians.

Katherine:

But Wat, he could arrest you,
On charge of treason.

Wat:

The King must be persuaded it's not like that at all.

Nurse:

We really need to leave.

Wat:

Because, you see,

Nurse:

They'll be missing us.

Wat:

We want a land where we all can be free.

Nurse:

My lady.

Wat:

Because, you see,

Nurse:

We've been away too long.

Wat:

You mean all the world to me.

Katherine:

Hush, Nurse, hush.

Wat:

And when all is said and done,
And the King has seen I'm worthy,
I'll request the royal blessing and ask for your hand.

Katherine:

Wat, you must be careful,
They may play dirty.

Wat:

It's a gamble but sometimes in life
We must take a stand. Cos what I'm talkin' 'bout, you see,
Is a just, free society.
It's what I'm talkin' 'bout you see,
Is a love for eternity.

Nurse:

We really must be going, now.

Wat:

Katherine, we'll be together, soon.
Jack, see she gets home safe.
Marry the King



Meanwhile

Near London

Messenger Man:

Meanwhile, a little out of town,
Lives the Abbot - much despised.
For he's long been the thorn
Of the peasants since they're born,
And whose scorn
Has for a long time worn
Thin.

Jack a little band of men
Sent by Wat - deputised.
Armed with new law
To settle old scores -
Once and for all -
Being in the door-way,
Thought they'd
Call
In.
Meanwhile

Meanwhile score



Messenger Man

Royal court

Messenger Man:

Hoo hoo, I got a message for you.
Hey hey, I got some words to say.
Hie hie, without a word of a lie
The facts.

I'm the Messenger Man, I tell no lies.
I'm the guy who can make you wise.
The man to see to tell the whole tale,
The latest in 14th century mail.

I'm the Messenger Man of great repute,
Built my reputation on major disputes,
Kings and Queens, peasants too:
Give me the news, and it'll get through.

What's up? What's going down?
Scandal, politicising,
From famine to the state of the pound,
Politicians, and people's uprising.

But it's no cruise conveying the news,
Despite what you see from where you're sitting.
But for a mega, multi-media star like me -
It's a living.

I'm the Messenger Man, by profession.
My shrink tells me it's a major obsession.
But for interviews, reporting, and general post,
I'm on the beat, from coast to coast.

Salisbury:

And now we can all get some sleep!

Messenger Man:

Majesty, I have news first hand,
News from another land.
It's about the war in France, my man,
Things ain't going quite as well as planned.
We're losing,
The army's in retreat.
We're losing.

Richard:

But that's the second time this week.

Messenger Man:

I have been advised to say
We need more men out there today.
Now, in fact, and no delay.

Salisbury:

Reinforcements - or more pay?

Messenger Man:

I don't like your tone of voice.
When you're on the run, you don't get much choice.
C'mon King, they's dying.
Can't you wave your hand and do something?

Richard:

Okay, take your bloody tale away!

Messenger Man:

Woo-woo, what did I do?
I just pass the news on, brother.
Hey hey, what did I say?
It's for you to chew on, mother.

Hie hie, time to say goodbye,
Got to make my move on, sucker.
It's a fact, I'll be back
Like an unreliable lover.

I'm the Messenger Man, I am,
Courier of national plans.
Some folks don't appreciate
Tidy-tongued, fleet-footed, factual freight.
Messenger Man exits

Messenger Man

Meanwhile score



Not an Easy Task

Court

Salisbury:

It's not an easy task
To get people to do what is hard to ask.
Being a King has its uses:
A proclamation or two
Deals with most excuses. But you most take care,
Don't get offside with friends.
You must beware:
If you like where you are, remember who keeps you there.

One can guarantee
A certain sort of income from, say, GST -
But you want equity:
How to check transactions amongst the peasantry?
The merchants will pay,
Their businesses defend.
It may not pay,
They'll return the favour another day.

That bubonic plague
Has put up all the prices of the cheapest slave.
How often do you see
Any peasant action against the old misery?
They've money to spare,
A groat or two to send
For necessities here -
Let them give a little for the nation's care.

Richard:

Is this what I hear?
On peasants to depend
For the nation's welfare?

Salisbury:

You can ask no more of a man than his fair share.

Richard:

That's that.
Every man of age shall pay the tax.
Not An Easy Task



Not Going to the Wedding
Knowles' Place

Mrs Knowles:

You're not going to the wedding, then?

Knowles:

Not I.

Mrs Knowles:

Seems like half of London's been invited.
No peasants, of course.

Knowles:

These last few weeks, so eventful.
All those hangings, butchery,
Was it really necessary?

Mrs Knowles:

Probably.
You know those peasants, need a firm hand.

Knowles:

I'm not sure, anymore.

Mrs Knowles:

She's a lovely girl.

Knowles:

Lovely.

Mrs Knowles:

Too good for him, I think.

Knowles:

The old man's been busy, his daughter for Queen.

Mrs Knowles:

Owed a few favours, I'd say,
After saving the day.
He's quite the hero, now.
You're hitched to a big star, now.
We're set for life, my dear.

Knowles:

We'll see.
Enjoy the wedding.
Not Going to the Wedding



Richard's Entry

Smithfield

Music accompanies Richard's procession towards the rebels.

Richard's Entry



Serfdom Smithfield

Richard:

Okay, serfdom is for sure on the floor -
It's no more -
Monopolies are outlawed.
It's the end of the great land-ownership fraud.
Traitors will be broken in two -
It's true -
Taxes for review:
Submissions invited from each one of you.

Now I'm a man of my word.
If you've something to tell me
Then it'll be heard.
Any problems just bring them to me -
Do do do be.
Messenger Man:
Now I know that reporting's my brief -
But good grief -
This guy's a freak.
Is this the end of King-as-God mystique?
He says, "Sure" to all they've asked for -
More -
Great time to be poor!
I do believe big change is now in store.
Gotta tell ya,
I am just so impressed.
For centuries, peasants 've been treated as pests.
Now Richard has promised they're welcome as guests,
If not family.
Serfdom



Smithfield

Smithfield

Wat:

Royal Highness, we were saying,
Change the laws and no delaying.
Bring your scribes and come, it's time
To sign your pledge.

Page 1:

You're a thief, Tyler.

Wat:

Royal Highness, we were saying,
Change the laws and no delaying -

Page 2:

You show no respect.
You're not a man, you're a worm.

Wat:

Who dares to slur me, thus?

Page 3:

Get back to the dirt, where you belong.

Wat:

You think that you can sneer and bait me.
Laugh at me and call me names.
Oh, oh - I'll not be denied.
I'm not terrified.

Rebels:

Oh.

Wat:

That just because you fear and hate me -
Well, I'm not taken in by your games.
Oh, oh - I'll not be denied.
God is on our side.
Wat killed.

Rebels:

Ah, our captain is slain.
He will never lead us again.
Does he die in vain?
Does he die in vain?
Where there's freedom, he'll live again.

Quick men, to your bows,
Vengeance shall be ours.
Quick men, to your bows,
Freedom in the hour.
Arm your bows, arm your bows,
Kill them all, kill them all.

Richard:

It is I who lead you now,
In your hour of great need.
You shall have no captain but me.
Smithfield



Stinking Dog

Torture chamber

Walworth:

You'll regret that.
Stinking dog, vermin.
We shall stamp out your kind,
Feed your bones to the birds.
Burn down my brothels, would you?
You're finished, finished.
Tyler's head's atop a pole,
Outside the London gate.
You'll be joining him soon.

Jack:

We dreamed of a far, far better world than this one.
No Lords, no Ladies,
No self-santified Churchmen.
Each free to choose his life,
Without religious or legal prescription.

Walworth:

Stinking dog, vermin.
Stamp out.
Feed you birds, burn down my brothels?
Now, Tyler's head's atop a pole,
Tyler's head,
Tyler, Tyler, Tyler.

Straw:

One true commons,
And the King.

Walworth:

Tyler.
Stinking Dog



Swine

Walworth's mayoral chambers.

Walworth:

My heart is joyous when I see
The cursed rich in misery
For baiting the nobility.
I laugh with joy to see them die
Twenty or thirty, knee to knee,
Or when I see them, raggedly
Come beg for bread, and if I lie
Then my loved one lie to me.

For swine they're born and swine remain,
All decency they find a strain;
If any wealth they chance to gain,
Then all the ways of fools they try.
So keep their trough devoid grain,
Plague them with requisitions, drain
Their pockets, and, to make them sigh,
Let them endure the wind and rain.

Hold fast the serf or you will trace
The treason growing on his face.
That Lord deserves to meet disgrace
Who, with the chance to crush, stands by.
For peasants are a rebel race.
When sheltered in a strong-walled place
Their hearts grow insolently high
Exposed as treacherous and base.
Words by Bertran de Born, noble at the time of Richard I.

Swine



There You Are

Room in castle

Richard present. Joan enters.

Joan:

There you are, and you're dreaming again.
There's no fame or glory here, my boy.
You know you should have come with me to church, this morning.

Richard:

Why, mother?

Joan:

Why? Why?
Because the church is the place for adolescent kings,
Where you learn all about worship and things,
Practise public ceremonies,
Show the common people that beneath the glory of office,
You are one of them.

Richard:

Thank you, mother. Please leave me.

Joan:

Leave you? Leave you?
Don't take that tone with me.
Isn't it time for your bath?
Don't fill your head with inflated nonsense.
You'll grow up soon enough.
Let the weight of office come gradually,
Till you may bear it with wisdom and compassion.
There You Are



They're Just Across the Road

Court

Walworth:

They're just across the road.
Let me call the men of London And force them home.

Richard:

There's a lot of them.

Walworth:

Mere peasants, sire.

Richard:

And if you are defeated - what then?

Salisbury:

Caution, sire.
We're not certain yet of even what they want.

Walworth:

What do armies ever want? - Death.

Messenger man enters

Messenger Man:

King, I have some news here from the revolutionaries.
Tells about a message that you might like to hear.

Richard:

Well, you better read it if you value your testicles.
Walworth's got a sword here that can -

Messenger Man:

I get the picture.
Richard, we've things to discuss.
In our estimation, you're a man we can trust.
Your chiefs and advisers are rotten to the core,
But if you talk to us there'll be prosperity once more.

Walworth:

Tell them to disperse before it's too late.

Salisbury:

Wait.
They seem keen to negotiate.
Give your word that their claims shall be heard.
But first they must disperse -
(to Walworth) Then you can do your worst.

Richard:

And the danger to myself?

Walworth:

Intolerable -

Salisbury:

Considerable - but the cost of civil war, execrable
And may not be necessary.
The King is a man of his people, not accessory.

Walworth:

Blasphemy!

Sudbury:

Majesty, the message seems polite,
And a noble sentiment
To disinfect the Government.
Do we respond in kind or in spite?

Walworth:

They're peasants, man,
They want to destroy us.
Do we sit and chat to them like old friends?

Salisbury:

That depends on what we say.
The peasants are fools:
If they'd wanted to, they could've killed us already.
But they fear the King,
And God's reprisals his murder would bring.
We must use him, if he's willing.

Richard:

I'll have a decision in the morning.
They're Just Across the Road



Thought She'd Never Leave

(same scene)

Wat:

I thought she'd never leave.

Katherine:

Wat!

Wat:

Are you really cold, my dear?

Katherine:

No.

Wat:

You're a rascal one.
What's a man to do with one as beautiful as you?

Katherine:

Wat, I've been thinking.

Wat:

What?

Katherine:

I'm serious. This can't go on,
Someone will find out.
If my father learns I'm seeing you,
He'll have you killed.

Wat:

Don't worry, Katherine.

Katherine:

But where's the future in this?
Hiding away, telling lies,
Holding hands for a moment,
Staring into each other's eyes.

Wat:

I love you, Katherine.

Katherine:

And I love you,
But is love enough?
Thought She'd Never Leave



Times are Changing

(same scene)

Wat:

We could go away, Katherine, leave the country.
But is that what you want?

Katherine:

Wat.

Wat:

Times are changing, Katherine.
There are new ideas.
We are all born free.
Serfdom is a trick of the aristocracy.
When did God say the Church should own so much land?

Katherine:

You sound like John Ball.

Wat:

You know he's a great man.
And the people are responding to his faith in them.
I want to be part of it,
Show them that it's possible
For dreams to come true.
After all, I found you.
Times are Changing



Torture

Torture chamber

Walworth:

Well, Mr Straw.
Everyone's dead.

Tell me, tell me about your plans,
What you people had in store for us;
The grand scheme.
Tell me, what little nests
Have you scattered about the place?
I want names, places, details.

I can have masses said for your soul,
I have priests standing by.
They're your only chance - take it.
Tell me.

What was organised?
Who else was involved? (x4) Tell me,
And it'll all be over soon, very soon.

Jack:

Get away, evil!
Torture



Wat & Jack about Abbot

Village

Wat:

It's good to have you back, my friend.

Jack:

Thanks, Wat.
It's good to be home.

Wat:

You've had a hard time lately, Jack.
The Abbot has been trouble for you.

Jack:

He's a wicked man.
Ever since my father killed a boar on his land,
He's had it in for us.
Then he says that I've been taking his fish.
I had one or two, it shouldn't be a crime,
There's plenty there.
I got them for our family.

Wat:

The problem's not with you, my friend,
It's the system. The Church and the Lords
Think they own most everything.
You pay up or they put you in jail.
Yet a serf is a man, with a name and a life.
They're not for sale.

Jack:

I'd like to kill that Abbot.

Wat:

No, that won't do it.
Permanent change is only possible
If we change the law.
And our secret weapon: us all.
Wat & Jack re Abbot



We Knew

Smithfield

Wat/Rebels:

We knew, we knew,
We knew you'd come through.
We knew, we knew,
That you'd make our dream come true.
We Knew



What we Waited For
Court

Walworth:

Well, we got what we waited for -
They're outside our door.

Richard:

How could peasants attack?

Sudbury:

Poetic fiction becomes ugly fact.

Salisbury:

The Tower's still secure.

Walworth:

How, sir, can you be sure of that?
Messenger Man enters.

Messenger Man:

It's hot off the vine, it's mine, and there ain't much time.
(reads)"You're gounded, we've got you surrounded - you swine.
King, we're meeting, rain or shine.
Don't be late - it's fate, Wat Tyler."

Walworth:

Will be permanently retired!

Richard:

I'm too young to die.

Salisbury:

Let's not panic.
What We Waited For



Wisdom

Smithfield

Richard:

Ah, the wisdom of a righteous man, and insight.
You'll have new laws, my friends,
And you'll have them tonight.
Bring clerks,
Or anyone who can write.
The sun may have set,
But things look bright.
Wisdom



ACT 1 | ACT 2 | Excess

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