I don't really know this play, but basically Coriolanus is a superb fighter, but such an arrogant bastard he gets kicked out of Rome and shacks up with his old enemy, Aufidius, and then falls out with him too. So, ideal for me really, all wrestling and snogging.
O Marcius, Marcius!
Let me twine
Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained ash an hundred times hath broke
And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip
The anvil of my sword, and do contest
As hotly and as nobly with thy love
As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour.
Know thou first,
I loved the maid I married; never man
Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here,
Thou noble thing!
more dances my rapt heart
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Bestride my threshold.
Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Or lose mine arm for it.
Thou hast beat me out
Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me;
We have been down together in my sleep,
Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,
And waked half dead with nothing.
Bloody hell! One of the most exciting things I ever saw.
Apparently after it closes in Stratford they are taking it to the Kennedy Centre in Washington.
ETA - and you can catch it in Newcastle.